What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Not anymore. Because this happened and I’m going to tell you about it. Mom, two of my sisters and a old dear family friend joined us on this trip and they all headed out for the Grand Canyon this morning by way of the Hoover Dam. Surprisingly there were a few of us that chose to stay in the city so we could melt faster than a crayon by the hotel pool in the 31 degree heat.
Anyhow. Lexie and I had planned to avail ourselves of the fitness facilities at Treasure Island but as we stretched and yawned our way out of bed Lexie had a brain wave and suggested we order room service instead of working out. I had my credit card out in 3 seconds flat. Lexie proceeded to order a stack of pancakes with sides for her and eggs benedict for moi. I thought I’d shower while we were waiting. It was so decadent as we sat on the bed and ate our fill of breakfast food prepared by someone else as we watched morning TV (King of Queens and Everybody loves Raymond – did you know they used to be on the same show?). I call my other sister, that also passed on the Grand Canyon, to ask her to join us but… no answer. We don’t hear from her for a bit so I eat my last Benedict reasoning that by the time I hear from her it will be too cold for either of us to eat. Naturally, after I swallowed the last bite I hear a knock on the door. It’s Natalie and clearly she is famished as she eats Lexie’s last pancake, sausage and egg. Lexie decides to go out and take in one of the attractions she had planned on … taking in. Immediately after she left Natalie and I decide to move the room service cart into the hallway for pick up. We are having difficulty getting it through the door and Natalie realizes we need to fold down the one side so she is fumbling under the table cloth for the knob, she finally finds it and the table end folds and accelerates the pace of the cart through the door so we got momentarily distracted and excited and I let the room door shut. As I heard the click I realize I’m standing in the hallway wearing my flimsy nightshirt, barefooted and my key card, phone and ID are safely inside the room. I tried to remember how many movies I’d seen with this similar dilemma. I guess writers don’t really just make this stuff up. Natalie texts Lexie to come back but it could be a couple of hours before she sees the text since she is probably making her way through Madame Tussauds wax museum by now.
Natalie being the calm wise younger sister takes me back to her room and phones the front desk, explains the situation and asks what they can do. We already know we can’t get another key card without ID. They are sending up security.
Thankfully Natalie had a room as well or I would have had no choice but to walk down to the front desk in my jammie’s and barefeet and wait in line while being mocked and judged by other guests as they assumed I’d been on an all night bender or lost my clothes and room at the craps table. I had absolutely no proof I was guest at this hotel.
The Red Plaid Apron 