A time for celebration, a little nostalgia, gambling, time away from the office ... or not, bedbugs ... wait I'm getting ahead of myself.
I'll start at the beginning.
Deb and I headed to Vegas for five days. It's the longest vacation we've ever taken there.
Boarded Southwest Monday afternoon for that 5 hour plus flight in those skinny little seats without any food service ... but who's complaining. Certainly not me!
We were prepared though.
He talked about it for most of the trip. Actually, he talked about a lot of stuff for most of the trip. He didn't really talk TO anyone on the trip. He just talked ... and giggled ... and cried ... and laughed ... and walked around the plane ... you get the picture.
Deb said I squirmed around too much on this flight. Just because I spilled a drink on her and elbowed her in the eye I think I got a bad rap.
All I know is that when we touched down I felt a huge sense of relief. The guy next to me celebrated by dropping his shorts when he stood up to grab his plastic bag from the overhead.
Caesars Palace was like a ghost town.
I took a picture out of our hotel window and I saw the ghost of Debbie Momberg walking through the building. By the way ... this was our second room. Our first room was situated in an older section of the "Palace" where we stared out at a wall. So we gave it a thumbs down on the Goldilocks scale (Toooo OLD).
She immediately hit $500 on a Wild Party machine, pocketed the dough and said "I'm done. I can live on this for the next five days". And she did. I am amazed by this ... $500 wouldn't last a minute in my sick gambler fingers.
And it didn't
As I crawled from machine to machine and table to table. Debbie settled in to her nice warm bed.
Day 2 was March 1st ... my birthday.
I always overdo it the first night we get to Vegas. I stayed up all night until my eyes fell out and my fingers fell off. Bright and early Debbie sang or just said Happy Birthday ... I don't quite remember.
Right after we ate, Debbie left for church to get fingerprinted on her forehead.
I gambled some more (duh).
That night we dined at Joe's Seafood (brother of Joe's Stone Crab in Miami). It was GREAT! Deb had stone crab and I had the Dover sole prepared at the table ... to die for!
When we got back to the room I was pleasantly surprised by cupcakes delivered to the hotel compliments of my kids. It was a mix of flavors adorned on top with poker chips on some and dice on the others. I was gonna take a picture but I ate them instead.
We heard there was a shuttle from the Bellagio to the Aria and then to Crystals ... expensive shops. Big surprise.
Front row tickets to a play about four women who meet at a department store and sing 60s and 70s songs about hot flashes and keeping their husbands in line.
I dutifully smiled appropriately (I think).
On Day 4 we were sure this was way too long to be in Vegas ... the winnings were no longer up and down ... they were just ... down.
So we decided to tour the city by monorail. But before we stepped outside Debbie spotted the tiniest problem on the bedspread ... could it be??? Is it a fly, an ant, a flea ??? No ... it looks like a BED BUG!
She made the call.
Some guy named Michael told her to pack our bags immediately.
"What?" I said to Deb. "Are they are kicking us out?"
"No ... they want us to change rooms immediately."
It was .... a few floors below in the same tower with the exact same decor ... it was our final resting spot. "Hmmmm" we thought "Will they give us a big basket of goodies for pointing out the potential bedbug problem? Will it be on the local news? Or will they ban us from Vegas for calling a false alarm on a booger sighting?"
That night we went out to our last dining spot: Gordon Ramsey's. I don't think it was really that good. Surprisingly, isn't he the one who tells other restaurateurs that their places suck?
Oh well ... after a couple of scotches I was feeling no pain. Debbie's very dirty martini had her speaking in tongues too.
Farewell Vegas ... CHEERS!