Tales From The Strip, Monday Evening ~ Why You Should All Be Jealous Of Me

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You know what’s determination?

 

I will TELL you what determination is.

 

Aunt and I were sitting at dinner at Bamboleo at the Rio* at about 8:25 when three women about my age came dashing up to our table.

 

“Hi!” one said. “My name’s Michelle!  Hey, I find I have two extra tickets to the Chippendales tonight.  Would you like to go?”

 

I did not even hesitate. “I’d love to,” I said, “But we’ve got tickets to Penn and Teller, and I wouldn’t miss that even for sexy men in bowties.”

 

For god’s sakes, do you realize what that means?  Aunt and I turned down a free show with a load of sculpted dancing men in order to watch two ugly bastards shoot each other in the face.

 

Now that is fannish determination.

 

( And Now At Least One Friend Turns So Green She'll Be Able To Turn Sunlight Into Food )

Tales From The Strip, Tuesday Midday ~ The Devil Wears Tweed

So, whatever did happen to Tuesday and so slow?

 

Because that is not what went down on my last full day in this party town.

 

The other reason I came to this weird place was to visit Aspen/gondolinchick01, with whom I’ve been pretty out of touch what with her gallivanting off to places like Paraguay and then to a fancy-shmancy cooking school here.   But she had as yet not checked out the temptations of the tourist trap that is her new home, so I dragged her off to see The Sights and chat—after I stuffed her with food, of course, because that’s the kind of hobbit hospitality I offer.

 

( Las Vegas Must Be SOME Place Now That Caesar Moved His Palace THERE! )

Tales From The Strip, Tuesday Afternoon ~ If We Weren't All Crazy, How'd We Get HERE?

Actually, I also had a magician phase as a teenager. Not that I ever did magic, but I was interested in the world of stage magic and learned a lot about it.  I could expound on this for hours, but it’s just background so that you know that there is an entire hierarchy of who I want to see in Vegas, and that I would need quite a lot of money and time if I wanted to get to them all. There were many worthy choices.

 

Mac King won my vote.

( Aruba, Jamaica, Ooh I Wanna Take Ya To Bermuda, Venice ... Wait. )