| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heaven or Las Vegas (part one) ... Boy I have a lot of catching up to do. So much work to do. So many things to plan out� so many diaries to read� Having a holiday mid-week can really screw you up when it comes to time and getting things done. A little backtracking: Tuesday night we went to dinner with Angel Boy and Guitar Girl. Ended up at the caf� afterward where it was packed - I guess because the next day was a holiday. It was packed and hot and I wasn�t feeling well � very queasy and hot and claustrophobic and too full after dinner (though I didn�t think I�d eaten too much �). But the night was OK although I could hardly wait to go home and crash land into bed since we had to be up early the next morning. Yesterday was Las Vegas and let me just say that I finally understand what they mean by jumping from the frying pan and into the fire � So for all my bitching about how hot it is here, Las Vegas wins the �hell on earth� honors hands-down. We�re flying into the city at 11am and the pilot comes on over the PA and announces �folks, we�re a few minutes from landing, it�s a lovely 102 degrees in Las Vegas.� 102 degrees!!! It�s 11am!!! I�d checked the paper this morning and it reported that Vegas�s high temperature yesterday was 112 degrees! And here I was complaining that it was 105 degrees!!! This must be why people keep themselves locked up in casinos all day and all night� Yesterday as we embarked on our trip I was rather set on being in a bad mood. The queasiness from the night before was persisting and I was tired and just not looking forward to the heat or even the wedding. I know that�s bad to say but it�s the truth. I was especially disappointed to find out that GB�s sister�s kids weren�t going to be at the wedding. She�d sent them off packing to spend time with various friends/families whatever. Now I don�t really think of Vegas as being a kid-friendly place (despite that city�s attempt to make me think otherwise what with its theme-park like environment) but if I were getting married and had two kids I�d want them to be there. But that�s just me I guess. Anyway, despite this resolve, I ended up having a good time yesterday. It started in the airport at home as GB and I marveled at all the people we saw wearing those Old Navy 4th of July t-shirts. You know the ones: red, blue, white or gray with a flag. It says �Old Navy� above the flag and �4th of July 2001� beneath it. The store sells them for $5 and apparently they�re quite popular. There were dozens of them! We saw entire families wearing them! Mom, dad, sister, brother �amazing�Can you imagine waking up and saying, OK, today we are all going to wear our Old Navy holiday shirts!! All of us! It will show that we�re a family�a team�.jesus�.what is this world coming to? Once we arrived in Vegas at the airport we hailed a taxi to the Treasure Island casino. We�d flown in with GB�s grandmother and I guess some taxi driver thought she was really old and frail (she isn�t) so we got a cab right away. This taxi driver was classic. He told us about every building on the strip and when he found out we were headed to Treasure Island he advised us to look up the head bell cap Bobby Shamonie. �You need anything, you talk to my man Bobby � he�ll help you out. He can do anything for you,� he told us. �There�s one person higher up than Bobby, but it�s a woman and I won�t go there.� At the hotel we waited in the lobby for GB�s dad and step mom. We were supposed to meet them at noon for lunch. GB ran off to find an ATM and ran into his sister and mom, dragging them back to the lobby with him. His sister was already drunk. Glassy-eyed, dressed in a white tank top that showed how much she should have been wearing a bra and a knee-length red cotton skirt. Her skin is very tan, as usual, which is why her mother says that she looks so much older than me although we�re only two or three years apart in age. As we waited for GB�s dad and step mom, we watched the people swarm back and forth like the wandering lost souls I imagine them to be. Shopping bags and fanny packs. Too-tight dresses and heaven-help-me-high-heels. Bermuda shorts and flip-flops. A million more Old Navy flag shirts. It was at this point that GB and I decided to play the Old Navy game. You know the Love Bug Hug Bug game? I don�t know you you play it but where I come from you punch someone in the arm every time you see a VW bug and call it out. �Green hug bug!� Well we didn�t do any punching but we decided to see who could spot the most Old Navy flag shirts. Right off I found a couple in matching shirts and then GB spotted a lone man wandering through the crowd in a navy blue one. Finally we found GB�s dad and step mom and made our way over to the Mirage casino for the buffet there because, according to GB�s step mom, it was absolutely fabulous. Right. Uh huh. It�s a casino buffet. They�re all pretty much the same in my opinion, but that�s my opinion. We took the tram over to the Mirage (as opposed to walking the 50 feet or so it would take to get there), then made our way over to the mile-long buffet line. By the time we got in line I was up 4-3 in the Old Navy game � �to be continued � 11:19 a.m.. - 2001-07-05
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