On a whim, (my
favorite way to do most things,) I took a quick trip across the country to Las Vegas
My
sister and I left the airport at 6am Nashville
time and landed a little before 11am Sin
City
·
Criss
Angel (an illusion master/magician)
·
Menopause
(the musical) and of course,
·
THUNDER
FROM DOWN UNDER. (For the unaware: Hot Australian men who dance to music and
wear Velcro clothing. They seem to be very nice young men.)
Due
to our lack of time and the show times, we could not see Menopause. Criss Angel
was at 7pm and the Thunder boys at 9pm. After securing our tickets, we began
covering some serious ground. There was shopping to be done and sights to be
seen.
For
the record, I simply canNOT comprehend the statement, “I don’t like Vegas.”
What
is not to like? Where else can you go and see a volcano erupt on the side of
the road 2 times an hour, go to the top of the Paris Effel Tower, see the
Statue of Liberty, cross the street with Minnie Mouse, have your picture made
with almost any celebrity’s life size wax figure, ride roller coasters, see/buy
any and every color of M& M’s, visit Greece, see lions and tigers and
virtually every other animal, watch a pirate ship blow up and sink at least 2xs
every night, be mesmerized by the dancing waters in front of the Bellagio, stay
in gorgeous hotels practically for free and simply try to take in the beauty of
such magnificent sights. The architectural talent displayed in that city is
beyond words. And if all of that is not enough, you can gamble any and
everywhere you go. Sadly, the clanging of the winning coins hitting the tray is
a thing of the past. Everything is now coin-less and is all paper, I think do to germs and wear
& tear on the machines. I’m no gambler, but if I am going to play the
slots, I prefer hearing and seeing my winnings … even if we are only talking
about $2 in pennies.
Anyway,
we ate and enjoyed the city that never sleeps. I was proposed to 3 times while
I was there. The whole works … on one knee and everything. I did buy an XTREME
ENERGY bracelet from one man who asked me to marry him and he even promised to
give me any and everything I ever wanted. I declined, but the bracelet is
supposed to give me more balance and he sold it to me for half price. So far, I
have stayed upright, but I wasn’t really struggling with that before I bought
it …
My
main focus was to make it into M & M World because one of my girls
requested a bag of multicolored M & M’s. “Multicolored” M & M’s in an M
& M store means grey, light purple, black, pink … all colors. I have
already taken her to the store in Vegas and New York
Once
that was done, my sister and I continued enjoying the beautiful weather and
walking the stunning streets of Las
Vegas
Some
say LV
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before
we knew it, 7:00 was approaching and we needed to get ready for our evening. Becca
and I ran to board the tram in an attempt to make it from the Monte Carlo hotel
to Luxor
As
a sales ploy, the guest ladies for TfromDU get a wrist band at the show for an
after party and a time to visit with the dancers.
That is not going to happen.
Why would they throw themselves to the wolves like that? Seriously, some of the women apparently have never seen such as these men and had difficulty with self control. I am certain there is only so much a gorgeous man in his prime can take of being mauled by women of all ages and sizes. All the same, there were free drinks until midnight for us, so we went, but I saw no sign of the thunder lures.
That is not going to happen.
Why would they throw themselves to the wolves like that? Seriously, some of the women apparently have never seen such as these men and had difficulty with self control. I am certain there is only so much a gorgeous man in his prime can take of being mauled by women of all ages and sizes. All the same, there were free drinks until midnight for us, so we went, but I saw no sign of the thunder lures.
The
club was loud and smoky. There was a bar to the right at the entrance and
lounging tables/benches throughout, and the dance floor in the back left
corner. My sister and I received our free, fruity, watered down cocktail in a
plastic cup and stood near a bench just watching the club activity. Within less
than a minute, a relatively handsome guy came up and asked one of us to dance.
I honestly can’t remember which one he originally approached, but he kept going
between us as we both said, “No thanks.”
Finally,
a song came on that we recognized and my sister who loves to dance said, “Okay,
I’ll go.”
I
took her drink so no one would put drugs in it and sat down near where we were
standing. Out of no where comes a young guy who plops down beside me asking WHY
I am sitting alone. He had a slight spray coming with each word and began
telling me about his military background while displaying a tattooed symbol on
his hand between his thumb and pointy finger … assuring me what I would be
missing if I didn’t hang out with him. I felt bad because I know he was trying
to Mac on all the ladies and I didn’t have the heart to tell him his zipper was
undone. Luckily, I think he had enough alcohol in him that his humility was not
peaking.
Thankfully,
one of the ladies from the Thunder show walked past and recognized me, asking
me if I saw her friend. I gave her the “Help me” eyes and she spoke louder, “Oh, I have been looking for you. We have
your seat right over here. Come on before somebody gets it!”
She
pulled that off so well.
Coincidentally,
everyone at the show knew of her b/c
she was brought on stage from the audience with 2 other women for a contest. The
3 of them were to do their best performance in an acting task, and she won by a
long shot. Quite the little actress …
I
hid myself in a corner table listening to my new friend tell me about how she
discovered her husband’s infidelity (thanks to Facebook,) confronted him, he denied, and now she
will soon be divorced, but he doesn’t know that yet. She reenacted their pivotal
discussion … reaching over and pulling out an imaginary picture she had
printed, and then pretends to be holding it. She said she asked him, “Do you
know this girl?’
“No,”
he says.
“She’s
pretty, isn’t she?”
“Yes,
I guess.”
“You
sure you don’t know her?”
She
continued playing her part and his as she sipped her drink and took an
occasional puff from her Marlboro Red, which she politely offered to me if I
wanted one. I gave her my undivided attention as she went on with the rest of
the story, explaining how she gave him every chance to fess up, and then
reached across the table, (her simulated bedside table,) and pulled out her
next plan of attack. She had already told me about her gun permit and how she
had put away every gun in the house, but said she remained very calm.
Her
approach, in the midst of this craziness, was somehow impressive. She went on
to hold the next pretend paper in her hand, displaying the raunchy chat between
her husband and this young woman. She then said, “I asked him, ‘Now do you
think you may remember her?”
There
we were, in a bar in Vegas, and I thought I was going to cry. She was very
collected as she pointed out the beauty of this 20 year old woman and how at
the age of 40-whatever she was, she simply could not and would not try to
compete with that. She told her husband, “I understand why you would be
attracted to her.” However, her heartache from the betrayal was deep. It was clear.
Soon
after that discussion, Beyonce began singing All the Single Ladies, and I said, “Come on, that’s us!”
I
made it to the dance floor and the original handsome man was there smiling. My
sister had already told me he was a very nice guy, married with 2 kids. She
said he was just tired of sitting and wanted to dance. As everyone danced, he
seemed to fit her description well. He said, “See, I’m married with 2 children
at home. I am just here to dance.”
After
2 or 3 songs, I was feeling my age and went to sit down. He said to let him
know if I wanted to dance again.
By
this time, we had about 4 club friends, including 2 guys in town for the Super
Bowl from Australia
My
sister laughingly assured me I was silly and we continued social chatting with
our Vegas buddies, both feeling like we knew this guy’s personality well and we
understood him. But then …
Then,
I looked out to the dance floor and noticed the happily married man, father of
2 passionately kissing his dancing partner. I was traumatized. After all of that innocent
declaration? Where did the family man go? I marched out to the dance floor,
lifted my left hand and pointed to my ring finger as his mental reminder of
what was happening. It worked for approximately 2 seconds.
I
couldn’t help but briefly wonder about his wife at home with their kids. Will
she ever know about this? Maybe she doesn’t really care? She could be cute and
fun, or let herself go. Did they have a connected relationship that included trust,
smiles, intimacy, and a passion mixed with that comfort of not having to worry
about being impressive at all times? The time in the relationship when the
woman doesn’t feel self conscious with no make up (or yesterday’s makeup still
on) and neither the man nor woman cares if he’s all sweaty from mowing the
yard. Or does she expect this from him?
My
codependent self wanted to go pull him off the dance floor on behalf of his
wife at home, but I had already done enough by the ring pointing, I suppose too
much. It’s really not my business and I cannot save him from himself. After a
little bit of time, I had some assurance from a past experience of my own and
knew if his wife was intuitive and paying attention, she would most likely
figure this out all by herself. I know, because I did, and no one had to tell
me anything …
The
incident is actually a part of my book. Here’s a little clip from my novel:
Then, we went
outside for our ritualistic quality time and a little cocktail or wine.
(Though, the quality was seemingly
deteriorating to poor.)
That night,
under the **** {save the location for
publication} sky, in the exact same location some of our most precious
moments had occurred, was when I experienced something I had never experienced
before …
We had been
together all day and he had not kissed me yet … a real kiss … and it was
already after eleven p.m. That was odd within itself because we had been
through the longest time we had ever been apart from one another. It had been
about three weeks.
Late that night,
he kissed me and an instant alert shot through me like electricity. It was not the
way we kissed, not at all. The first time he ever kissed me it was familiar, but this time, his kiss was foreign. It felt different and even tasted different. I immediately, intuitively knew without a doubt, he had been
kissing someone else.
One may think I
would have been upset, but for some reason I was not. I simply knew it was a
truth, instinctively knew what he had been doing, but never addressed it. It
took him about thirty minutes before he returned back to our way. All the same, it did not matter to me in the way it should, especially
considering the fact that I was committed to marry this man.
Granted, if a couple does not regularly
kiss and such, I suppose one would not notice. However, if these things are
habit and routine, it is an easy detection with no forewarning … as easy to
spot as a hickie on the neck or lipstick on the collar. As my story goes on, I
did address the issue of someone else to validate what I knew. My confirmation
came in the form of beads of sweat across his forehead …
Soooo, I have experienced, yet another
adventurous trip to Las Vegas
If I failed to mention the Thunder From Down Under show, my sister and I do recommend it.
If I failed to mention the Thunder From Down Under show, my sister and I do recommend it.
Vegas
Girl,
Kasi
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