adventures in love

Stream of Consciousness 

His Prada shoes gleamed inky black, I almost feel as they are winking at me from the hotel floor.

I sniffle. This wasn’t exactly how I envisioned my long weekend in Las Vegas. Plucking another tissue from the bathroom tissue holder, I dab at my sore, red nose that could give Rudolph a run for his money. I swallow down musinex praying for a healing miracle or maybe just enough oomph to get me through the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the desert weather has conspired against me bringing chilly, winter temps. “You missed it,” the lady explained, deftly painting my toes in deep pink, aptly named ‘summer fling’.  “It’s been in the 70s for the last few weeks.”

Of course it was, my petulant, pouting inward child wailed.  I sipped the complimentary  white wine gingerly,  trying to sooth away the growing tickle in my throat.  It didn’t help.

I wasn’t going to let a pesky little cold get the best of me. Nope, not me, I told myself in the mirror, swallowing Tylenol. I can do this

Take A Walk on the Wild Side

After a stop at Bouchon for coffee and beignets to go, we decided to take a walk down the strip sight seeing. It has been a few years (like more than 5) since my friend has been here and he was curious to check it out. Muscle memory kicked in, leading the way towards the conservatory at Bellagio, like a homing pigeon.

Looks like Hells Kitchen has made an appearance on the strip. Gordon Ramsey, celebrated television chef and food mogul has added another restaurant to his already impressive collection. We mentally put it on the possibility list of places to eat.

Blue skies and sunshine fooled us into believing it was warmer than it was. A little cold,  I led the way through a few casinos to warm up before crossing the street for a short jaunt to the Bellagi’s high end shops.

Someday I will have the luxury of shopping here. But until then we slowed our pace, the heat of the indoor passage chasing away the shivers, window shopping. Awe, Tiffany’s… the lure of a little blue box called to me like a siren but I prevailed and pushed away from the magnetic pull, but not before snapping a picture.

Year of the Earth Dog

Chinese New Years is being celebrated at the conservatory.  The smell of flowers wash over the sunlit atrium while sounds of water and people’s excited chatter float towards us even before we get there.  The display never disappoints.

Lunch found us at the Linq indulging in spicy Bloody Mary’s and sharing a burger at Guy Fieri’s Vegas Kitchen & Bar.  At first I was going to settle for a slice of lemon in my water but then I did a double take when the server delivered these veggie-adorned-spicy-salted drinks to the table next door. We flagged down the server and ordered our very own spicy garden in a glass – with bacon! My sniffles cleared a bit with the sinus opening spicy drink.

New York New York

By the time evening rolled around the sniffles became a raging headache, along with a congested head. But a cold was not standing in the way of tickets to Zumanity.

But the dress lost out to jeans and a fluffy wrap that I bought at the hotel’s shop. I just couldn’t shake the chills.

So, here’s the deal; I was chilled, not feeling well and exhausted but I absolutely did not enjoy the show. Although the costumes and stage presentations were Vegas worthy I just couldn’t get past the blatant raunchiness. It was graphically pornagrapic, filled with raunchy jokes making me feel even worse than I already was. Sigh. This trip was not going well. And sex is the last thing on my mind.

We took a cab back to TI. I dosed myself with more musinex and went to sleep.

Im such a part animal.