Let me just start by
saying I’m glad to be here writing. Things could have turned out differently.
The day started
innocently enough – breakfast buffet at the South Point. I can’t even remember what I had. I do remember that my pals the woodchicks texted
to let me know I was missing a frosty morning of wood-splitting back home.
After breakfast, we
went to the Harley dealership. I got a
pin for my jacket and Tom got a t-shirt.
They gave us a map of the area, which I’ve been seeking at gas stations
and quickie marts all over town. (Hooray Harley!) They have these maps because they rent
motorcycles –by the day and half day. We
weren’t dressed for a ride, and it was cloudy and cool today – not optimal for
riding, but we took the brochure and will keep it in mind for a sunnier
Saturday. The cashier who sold us our
goods was named Akilah – yes… like the movie.
She was good-natured about my question.
Next stop – the Las
Vegas Gun Show. Yes. You read that correctly. Me, at a gun show. Neither Tom nor I had ever been, and the
advertising skewed female, so we gave it a go.
(One of the ads was alliterative … Ladies….. L… L… but I can’t remember
the second two Ls.) I did joke with Tom
about him leaving me for a pistol-packin’ mama.
The first booth was a Trump booth.
The older couple at the table asked if I was registered to vote. I said I was.
They asked if I planned to vote for Mr. Trump. I said I didn’t. As I walked away, I heard them discussing
folks like me who haven’t yet seen the light.
Somehow, Tom and I got separated when he took a phone call. I talked to
a guy who had some WWII memorabilia, including a brass shell casing, a little
larger than the two I have on my mantle.
We weren’t allowed to take photos, or I’d have included one here.
I then stopped at a
booth called, “You Make Me Hot Honey.”
The vendor had beautiful glass ornaments and an assortment of hot
sauces, honey, and barbecue sauce. I
asked him if he was getting extra business because of the anniversary of
Scoville’s birthday. He said I was the
first person to mention it! I asked him
to show me the hottest hot sauce he had.
It was called Bumblefoot’s Bumblef**ked with a Scoville rating of 6
MILLION! I asked how much they’d
consider using in a recipe. He said they
use a toothpick to apply it – not an eyedropper – a toothpick. Yowsa.
I ended up buying a barbecue sauce from them. Photo is from our kitchen
here in Las Vegas.
Next Stop – drive
down the strip. You know where this is
going, don’t you? Yup. We parked at the Stratosphere. Yup.
We bought tickets for the “Big Shot.”
Yup. I went up 112 floors to an
OUTSIDE observation deck and got into a contraption that shot me into the air
and then made me feel like I was free-falling.
Yes. I screamed “Holy mother of
God” in that moment. But, I didn’t barf
all over Tom as I had promised him I would. The picture is of me, moments after
disembarking the contraption. Tom says I
don’t look “too ill.”
We ended our day
back at South Point. Tom played craps
and lost tonight. He’s still ahead overall, but was bummed about losing
tonight. And, he thinks I’m eternally
optimistic in my outlook. I agree. And,
while he was in the restroom, I put a dollar into a penny slot called the Frog
Prince and won almost 5 dollars! I’m
including photographic evidence of my ill gotten gains. So, at least one of us came out ahead on the gambling
front tonight.
I’m still processing
all of my “firsts” from today. It could
take a while. I’m closing with a photo
of something we consider essential if you spend any amount of time in a casino.
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