WHEN PREPARING TO TRAVEL, LAY OUT ALL YOUR CLOTHES AND ALL YOUR MONEY. THEN TAKE HALF THE CLOTHES AND TWICE THE MONEY.
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Whew! Just got back from three days in Las Vegas with sis-in-law (partner in crime) Nina, and we had a blast!!! The flight was uneventful (thank you, Jesus), and our hotel was gorgeous. Nina is a fantastic negotiator and got us upgraded to a posh room. We saw the bright lights, we saw a lot of rich folks, we saw the good, the bad and the ugly. I never saw so many twenty-something girls walking (and limping) around in five inch high heels, and blingy dresses that barely covered their underwear. Then there were the larger-sized girls who were wearing evening clothes (even during the day) that were two sizes too little. Whatever. We got tickets to see Rock of Ages (musical) and Menopause - The Musical. Both were of Broadway quality. When we go to the theater
for Rock of Ages, we presented our cheap seats tickets, but the lady taking them, told us that she had much better seats we could use if we wanted to move up front. (Ya think?) We ended up second row center. Now, this show is a little racy, and at one point the aging rock star mentioned something funny yet a little off-color (I won't say what at this time), while pointing right at me, "Just like THAT woman!" When we went to see the other show, at the end, the actresses told us woman in the audience to celebrate the "Changes of our lives" and to come up on stage. Well, Nina looked at me and said, "we'll never see these people again." , so up we went and joined in with others doing the can-can kick to music. One of the four main characters was playing the part of an Iowa housewife. After the show I got to shake her hand and tell her that I really WAS an Iowa housewife.
Last night we ventured down to Fremont Street in Old Town. We found out that we could buy bus tickets for eight dollars and travel down and back for that amount. SCORE! What we didn't realize was that the darn bus stopped at every other corner picking up people going to and from work. Forty-five minutes later we get to the Golden Nugget. It was sooo loud there, since Friday all the Labor Day vacationers showed up in town. So we just decided to taxi it back to our hotel. But guess what? No cab drivers would take us because our place was too close and they didn't want to take little jaunts because they wouldn't make as much money. What were we to do???? Then we found a couple with three kids who were trying to get to Circus Circus which is right across the street from our place and no one would take them either. So we went together and got a limo that was sitting there waiting for larger groups. Between the two groups of us, it didn't cost anymore than our individual cab rides would have. That was my first limo ride. (actually, people, it's nothing special).
After seeing the bright lights and going lots of places, and riding the Monorail all over, it was time to come home.
After getting up at 3:30 to catch our 4:10 shuttle to the airport, we were ready and left our hotel room which was on the 24th floor. As we walked down the hallway, Nina mentioned that something smelled a little like smoke or at least something hot. Then all the hall lights flickered off and on a few times. When we got to the elevator bank, we pushed the down button. An elevator binged, but then the light went out and the door didn't open. On the opposite wall, an elevator door opened and we got on. Nina said she was getting a bad feeling about this situation, but I said, "We will be down and in the lobby in about 60 seconds. It will be fine." Fortunately, that is what happened. But when the lobby doors opened, a couple asked us how in the world did we get down in an elevator since all the power had gone off in the hotel and everything had gone totally dark. Yipes! It appears that we missed being stuck in the elevator by a matter of a few seconds. Or, the doors could have not opened at all, and we would have had to drag our suitcases down 24 floors in total stairway darkness. We probably would have missed our shuttle and possibly our flight. Oy vey.
The rest of the story is that we got home safe and sound and tired. :)
I got a special treat the day before we left for our trip. Friend Betty C. was in town and we had lunch together. We warned the waiter that we would be there for a while and we were. It was so good to catch up with her. Bet is like friend Sandy R. from Georgia. Whenever we get together, we just pick up the conversation wherever we left off the last time. It was so good to see her again.
Oh, if you are wondering why the title of this post is "SKINNY ANKLES" it is because after walking hundreds of miles on my trip, I'll bet you I don't drop a single pound or inch. . . except in my ankles which really got a workout. By golly, at least I'll have the skinniest ankles around. Or should I call them "SKANKLES" now?
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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