Another sweltering day, another Vegas adventure. Starbucks, sizzle by the pool from 10:00 to 2:00, more Starbucks, chats in the pool, taking turns cooling off so someone could act as security guard for our stuff. We had to take gold bricks down to the pool to purchase drinks with. After we’d had enough sun for the day we all landed in on Zara at the Fashion show mall. Zara didn’t know what hit them as all six of us tried on most of the items in the store. Some of us even bought things and exchanged them before we left the store. Then off to Charming Charlie’s.
The plan was to have supper at Gordon Ramsey’s ‘burger’ restaurant with all the flames between the windows (which we did). So we piled into two cabs and set out towards Planet Hollywood. Naturally we ordered burgers AND truffle parmesan French fries. I’m wrecked for all other French fries and that’s got to be the most melty in your mouth hamburger I’ve ever had. We followed this up with a trip to the Chandelier bar across the street. After we’d had our fill of crystals and exotic drinks we moved the party over to the fountains of Bellagio for our final enjoyment.
Natalie and Melanie took mom back to the hotel in a cab and Lexie, Jacqui and I decided to walk back. True to form, Jacqui had us in stitches in no time. We passed a tall blond in stilettos and a VERY short dress (she had to keep one hand on her hem and the other hanging onto to her guy for dear life) and Jacqui says (to us really) ‘hey girlie, I hate to tell you this buts that’s not a dress, it’s a shirt’ and jacqui goes even further and says ‘ you should watch these girls when they drop a $100 bill, their skirt is too short and tight to bend over so they say ‘nevermind about it- I’ll get another one somewhere.’ We were wondering why the guys these girls were clinging to, got to wear runners, jeans and a tshirt while the girls had to wear the highest heals, the shortest skirts, the tightest clothes and the lowest necklines. Somehow it didn’t seem fair. Did I mention the cobblestone sidewalks?
While we were on the topic of uncomfortable clothes, Jacqui started telling us about the last marathon she and her son, A.J., ran in. There was a gal in front of them with a cellphone in her skort pocket and the cellphone was so heavy it weighed her skort down enough to expose her assets and she had to keep doing this little hop jump move to pull her skort back up…. Jacqui was demo-ing this as we walked down Las Vegas Blvd. I was laughing so hard I had to sheild my eyes with my newly purchased Hell’s Kitchen cookbook or I’d have had an embarrassing accident. I’m sure people were wondering what we were smoking and where could they get some. Then she told us about the lady that came in second in the marathon. Apparently she was so desperate to win (big monetary prizes) that she could not interrupt her run to go to the lavatory and was covered from head to toe with her own …. well, as A.J. put it, she really did come in No. 2. By this time I was almost rolling on the ground….
Laughing is so good for the soul and Jacqui has always been able to make us laugh til we cry or wet ourselves or both. It was well after midnight and the strip was still busy and well populated but no one paid any attention to our antics and cavorting. I felt 18 again. It was invigorating. Thanks for the memories Jacqui.
The Red Plaid Apron 