Helloooooooo Ballys!
Upon check in I make the mistake of admiring the deranged check in ladies diamond ring. Here's some inside info - after she brushes her teeth each day she scrubs her ring with her used toothbrush before rinsing it off. I still love the ring but I've gone right off her teeth.
Then out of nowhere she asks "have you ever been to Western Samoa? ummmm .... "no"
"My brother owns a little hotel there" ummmm ..... "how lovely"
"I've never been there of course" ummmm ..... "so is this my room key"
We moonwalk away from Miss Dental Hygiene and head to our rooms to jump on the beds and press all the buttons -oh em gee, we are in SUITES. Brown floral suites, but SUITES! We are across the hall from each other. If we crane our necks and balance on one leg we can see Ceasara Palace out of our window. If Peter does the same he can see the dancing fountains of the Bellagio. Hello glamour my old friend.
We seem to have taken two hours longer than expected to hit town so we have to DASH over to half-tix to see if we are too late to see something tonight. Oh happy days, we have tickets to Cirque's "Viva Elvis" tonight and to "The Lion King" tomorrow. (our secret shame - none of us have ever seen "Lion King")
The bad news - even though I have seven glittery costume changes in my bag we have to run in our travelling ensembles to get to the theatre. I am so ashamed. I am not wearing a single sequin.
We get to the Aria box office to collect our tickets in the nick of time and then have an hour before show time. We choose the Aria buffet (its Vegas people), and its quite the glamour dinner, staring with a giant pile of crabs legs and ending in Hurricane Peter devastating the sugar free dessert cart.
Viva Elvis is one of my favourite shows EVER and I am very excited to be seeing it again. It is just as FABULOUS as the first time. I am stealing choreography and costume ideas left, right and when Elvis and Priscilla get married (spoiler behind) ... HAPPY TEARS!
By the finale we are all on a high and to make things perfect Peter is tossed an Elvis scarf at the end - superb!
Grant hails us a Larry Cab to take us back to our side of the Strip, and we end up in DJ Sally's disco bar at Paris drinking Long Island Iced Teas. There is a wedding party AND a hens night busting moves on the dance floor. I heart Vegas.
Eventually I hit the wall, and Grant and I head to our brown floral SUITE, leaving Peter with the hens and a night of trawling Grinder and the Strip.
Good times. Great classic hits.
oh vegas, i miss it so
ReplyDelete(and crazy ms check-in also had that long story about the french guest who zzzzzzzz.......)