It’s 10:30 at night and the city is teaming with people and smells and sounds unlike any thing we are used to. It’s a world foreign to us. Rather like being in a jungle totally unaware of what danger might befall us. The place is lit up like a Christmas tree. Actually I’ve not seen any Christmas tree that could rival this. No wonder they need the Hoover dam close by. I don’t think there is a city in the world that uses this much electricity.
We struggle our way down to the Bellagio to show mother the fountains. Men of all ages are craning their necks doing double takes as Lexie walks by. I’m not letting that girl out of my sight. The fountains begin to “One Singular Sensation” , how appropriate and just as magical as I remember. Across the street the Eiffel Tower. Other than the scent of weed wafting over to us, it’s truly amazing. My eyes are starting to burn from the smell. We move on.
Clearly we brought the wrong clothes . Our clothes fit, theyre comfortable and cover our bodies. What were we thinking? And the heels on the cobblestone sidewalks, well let’s just say those young girls have more courage and stamina than I ever will. Maybe a little less wisdom.
And look at me still up staring out at the new Trump tower outside our hotel window at 2 am. There’s a Saks 5th avenue and a Macy’s and a Neimann Marcus AND a Nordstroms as well. Note to self: go there tomorrow and take photos of beautiful stuff I want but can’t afford.
Time for sleep. We have a big day laying around the pool tomorrow. Did I mention the 24 hour Starbucks at our hotel? God is definitely looking down on me compassion this week.
The Red Plaid Apron 