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What happens in Vegas ends up on the Internet!

March 2, 2007

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Vegas. Where do I even begin? For several days I’ve been stewing and thinking and trying to figure out how to explain the five days that were Vegas.

The last time I was in Vegas, it was 1990-something, I wasn’t there for work, and I wasn’t used to (or prepared for) missing Jon and Babs the way I did. How pathetic does that sound to start off by telling you that the trip was hell because I missed my family? But it’s true. I missed them terribly. More terribly than I thought I would. That and the Shoe Fiasco made me incredibly grateful that I had more than a one-way ticket to Vegas, even though I had very much been looking forward to the trip. It goes to again show that you need to be careful what you ask for: you just might get it.

Notes to Myself for Next Year include remembering Jon’s cardinal rule of good footwear. A week-and-a-half later, my feet are just now useable again after my overlooking the SMALL fact that the shoes I had chosen based on the way they made me feel were also the ones that would slice and dice my foot without thinking twice if I did not first bandage my feet in preparation. Silly me to have forgotten!

Sillier still to have agreed to walk groups of people from the MIDDLE bottom of the Mandalay Bay Hotel to the TOP and all the way down to the END to the lovely reception that my company held the first night I arrived in Vegas. If you take a close look at the photo, you’ll see that it is indeed five miles from the middle of the hotel to the end. So THAT’S why I woke up the next morning with shin splints.

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Long story short, walking from the middle to the end and back again over and over and over again effed me up more than I could have imagined. (I know. I know. Kids are starving in third-world countries. Quit my bitching. I know.)

The night was a success, the view was phenomenal and the company was top notch. When the party was over, we relaxed, kicked off our shoes, bandaged our feet and got ready for the next day.

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Being the eternal optimist that I am, I brought not just one but TWO sets of workout clothes (because working out for me only occurs when I have a hotel/motel workout room) and my swimming suit, because swimming definitely is my favorite form of exercise and great fun for me. Did I do either of those things? Absolutely not. But I did learn how to play craps!

Tuesday night, after the hall closed, Steve and I headed over to the Tropicana to play at the cheap tables. (See the previous post for a refresher as to who Steve is, if you need it.) Apparently, folks like us who don’t have or want to lose a bunch of money to help pay for Vegas’ enormous electricity bills, can’t play just anywhere. So, $20 in hand we took off to make our millions.

After standing in line for our free deck of cards and coupons, we were off to the tables.

I do have to mention here that being able to say with gusto and dice in hand, “Come on 10, baby needs a new pair of shoes!” was great fun. The fact that it hadn’t made my lifetime to-do list is testimony to how naive I was about the power of craps.

It also helped that Steve was hilariously funny and would say things like, “No, we’re not interested in joining the Winner’s Club ’cause WE’RE NOT WINNERS!” followed by uproarious laughter that had everyone wondering if we were drunk. We weren’t. That’s just Steve.

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Vegas has a surrealistic quality about it. (Duh, Angela, that’s why people GO to Vegas!) For example, though, just for those as unenlightened as I, where else could you walk by a scantily clad woman with feathers for clothes, five-inch heels and a pineapple on her head and not think twice about it? Okay, maybe it was easier for me to walk by her and not really notice anything but the pineapple on her head than it was for Steve. Fair enough.

The next night after the show, the girls met me at my hotel to sing a little bit in the piano bar. I love the piano bar. This tells me that I need to get out and karaoke more often — like maybe tomorrow instead of going to work. I know that it’s done. But if I told you how I know this, I would have to kill you. And I like you, so that’s right out.

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At work one of the girls was laughing this week about how what happens in Vegas ends up on the Internet, and I laughed, too. Dancing on the bar at Coyote Ugly. Singing in the Piano Bar. Working my ass off at Mandalay Bay. It was a good week.

But I’m so glad to be home with Jon and Babs, Smokey and Little Buddy, who miraculously survived while I was gone. And I have remembered every night to go to sleep thanking God that I don’t have to try to make a living wearing a pineapple on my head and bad shoes.


Post Script: Because I probably wouldn’t be wild about folks posting my flickr photos without at least giving me credit, the photo of the Tropicana show girl was taken by Sandro Menzel of lovely (but rainy) Seattle, Wash., and can be found here. The others were taken from Las Vegas touristy websites to show the places I was since I didn’t have our camera with me on this trip. Cheers and happy weekend to you all!

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16 comments

  1. But imagine if you did wear that pineapple! No telling the kind of looks you’d get then!


  2. Iz, I shudder to think of it! Literally. That would be really, really cold. Although I guess it is Vegas, so maybe not as cold as I think it would be. I’ve seen pictures of myself in bathing suits, though. I look nothing like that! :o) Cheers!


  3. Looks like you had fun Ang! I haven’t been to Vegas since I was I was 6 year old. Roughly 27 years ago– that is a long time. I think it’ll probably be a lot more fun as an adult won’t you say? 😉

    funny thing… at first glance, i thought that picture of the showgirl was you at first. lol.

    The first vegas picture is a really good one — like a postcard. i remember couple of weeks ago, that statue of liberty had a big basketball jersey on to signify All-Star weekend.


  4. Awwww, Foo. How sweet you are! You know how to make a girl’s day, don’t you? There are so many things that would have to be different for me to look like the show girl, but I appreciate the thought. (This is me sending good vibes your way for even thinking it!)

    I never saw Vegas as a child. I was about 27 the first time I did, but I remember being overwhelmed by the lights. It’s sensation overload. And, for what it is, it’s cool.

    I arrived on the last day of the All-Star games, and it was an absolute mad house. Even the shuttle drivers were complaining about it. (That’s when I knew it was bad.)

    All that being said, though, I think you should grab J and go, just as long as it’s not All-Star weekend. Cheers to you, my friend!


  5. Looks like you had a really great time, and I’m glad for you. I have to admit, the allure of Vegas totally escapes me. So much so that I listed it as one of the 100 random things about me in my sidebar. Patly because the idea of handing over my money and getting nothing back goes completely against the grain for me (the one time I gambled I lost $1.25 and I was absolutely sick about it for the rest of the day!). And partly because those featehr-headed women scare me. Well, and a bunch of other things. But I’m pretty sure I’m in a minority about that. Even so, I can still see that you had a blast and that’s a good thing.


  6. CSL ~ 10 years ago, Vegas was fun. I did like it, I have to admit. Of course, I was there for a wedding at one of those little chapels on the strip and Elvis himself sang. How can you beat that? My smile in these photos must tell a story I wasn’t feeling. This time, I was very grateful to get on the plane outta Dodge (or in this case, Vegas). But to complain about how exhausted I was and how much fun I wasn’t having didn’t seem to be blog post fodder . . . at least not *good* blog post fodder. So that my mind can rest easy, though, I’ve got to set the record straight. I loved your random things about me, by the way. Awesome.


  7. I totally agree with your notion that seeing oneself in a photo that wasn’t posed is really jarring–the whole “Who is that person” deal! I enjoyed reading this rundown of your trip. Damn shoes.


  8. More photos of scantily clad peacock women, please.


  9. Tag! You’re it.


  10. Hi Jocelyn! Have you ever seen yourself in video when you didn’t know someone was taping it? Even worse! I had no idea that my face revealed that much about how I was feeling (and in the instance I’m thinking about, it wasn’t a pretty face I was making). Arg. Oh to have a poker face. So glad you stopped by, and thank you for your sympathy on the shoes. One of the gals at the show told me to throw them out, but dammit if I just don’t love those shoes — in fact, believe it or not, they’re the only ones I own that I DO love. Cheers to you!


  11. Good morning, Snay!! (two exclamation marks for you this a.m.) My first thought is, “Well, of course, if YOU want it then it must be done.” My second thought is, “But if I do that, then I’m going to have to put up all those raunchy google ads and have a warning before someone enters the site. Mom would not approve. :o) (She’s hot, too, like Dan’s mom.) xoxoxoxo


  12. CSL ~ Good morning! I feel so honored to have been tagged, and I think I can do this one! (Even though I don’t have an iPod. I know, I know, I’m so behind. I did finally get a DVD player, though.) :o) I actually got tagged just a couple of days ago for the first time, too, so I feel doubly blessed right now. Of course, that tag had to do with what I thought about the Oscars, and it’s horrible (or wonderful) but I don’t think I’ve seen a damn one of them. Thank you for a meme I can actually do. xoxoxoxoo


  13. Lucky U ain’t got no WEB-Per-Radzi (web based Paparazi) waiting to invoke a hot story on the web. I had been to vegas…and well, a lesson to be remembered!

    1)Don’t get drunk
    2)Don’t go there with your female housemates
    3)Errmm…..Don’t go on the tables at 2am after abit of drinking

    I got banned from 8 casinos cos of (3) **(after they thought I was counting cards or somewhat have XRAY Vision on the shoe)

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  14. Just if you wonder why #3 was very an Errmn, I scaped (winning )off $20K out of the blackjack table with $5 to start with.

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  16. […] hope. For God’s sake, I’m leaving for Vegas on Sunday! For work, mind you, but still. Steve isn’t going to be able to come this year, so I’m not sure that craps will be any fun […]



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