Since I am having a lot of problems with downloading photos into Webshots and other places, I will need to add them later. Sorry about that. I know they need to be included here.
Like I said before, each day I wake up later as I adjust to the current time zone. This morning, as I open my eyes, the sun in full shine mode. I repack my tote and change my mind at least three times about what to wear since I do not want to change, again, for our meet and greet later today. I head out the door and into the elevator which stops at every three floors. I always say “hi” to whoever. I walk around the reservation desk and get halfway to the Carson Street Café, and…Ouch!. A sharp pain stabs the bottom of my right foot. I hobble to a bench outside the café and take off my sandal. Luckily, I have a blister bandaid in my bag and put it on the deep red spot near the ball of my foot. Maybe the stress of walking so much, yesterday, gave me that thing. The pain subsides and I, quickly, forget it. At this point I am thinking a protein breakfast of two eggs will keep me from having a carb overload. It hits the spot and is also the cheapest breakfast of the trip…just under $3. Being late for my caffeine, I go to Starbuck’s and get a skinny latte. I wonder into a nearby Golden Nugget gift shop and think, what the heck am I doing in here? No room for more stuff in my bag!
The pool area is getting crowded, in spite of the hot sun and temps. How do these people stay out here so long in the heat? Guess they are used to it. Not wanting to look like a misfit without a swimsuit, I go back inside and start to feel sorry for myself about this little thing and that little thing, some of which have nothing to do with the forum. I do not have Becky’s or Sheila’s phone number nor anyone else’s. Anyway, my phone is temperamental in Vegas. I do not want to bother Benny and Sil since I got them up early on Monday morning. Talking myself out of the blue funk, I decide to go up to the room and start packing my roll-on for the trip home tomorrow. I have accumulated lots of little papers, receipts and the like. Some of which will get thrown away. Walking past the registration desk and onto the elevator, I duck into the gift shop and get a mini sewing kit to fix my top which is slipping off my shoulder. On the elevator, I go up to the 21st floor only to find that neither of my room keys work. The light is flashing yellow and red. Oh brother! This is all I need right now and I have a big time “attitude check”, if you know what I mean. I go back down to the desk and the girl makes two more keys. She says if they do not work to use the house phone in the hall and call security. They will have maintenance come up and work on the lock. It may need a new battery. So I hobble back up to try the new keys.
I am crossing my fingers as I put in the first key card…no dice. The second also does not work. Where is that house phone? I am looking all around the hallway and do not see it. The housekeeper is a few doors down, “Can you tell me where the house phone is?” “In the other hall”, she says. I finally find it…brown and blends in with the wall color…real conspicuous and easy to see!...lol…not! I call and ten minutes later, when I am about to sit on the floor, a cheerful guy with an official looking name badge asks me for my ID. I show him and he puts some cards in the lock and says, “You are all set, mam.” At that point, I talk myself into having a good mood, no matter what. The meet and greet is this afternoon!
The two eggs and Starbucks drink had long worn off so I decide to go down to the Chart House and have some lunch before the meet and greet. The Chart House is a very pleasant place with a large aquarium with tables for two set against it along the restaurant side. Fish come up along side where I am eating. A big one acts like he wants a kiss! That was very cool!....looking at the fish, not kissing them! I snap pictures as I wait for my Willie Mary drink and fish tacos. It is very pleasant to just stay at the table for an hour, watch the fish and soak in everything happening around me.
I highly recommend the Chart House. Be sure to check out their menu on the Golden Nugget’s web site. All the staff, there, were very attentive and courteous.
Since I do not want to stay at the Chart House for two hours until the mega attendees arrive, I walk through the casino and out the Fremont St. doors, turn left to the ABC store two doors from the Golden Nugget. They have anything you could ever want in the way of souvenirs and bottles of water, chips, string cheese, trail mix, chocolates and the like. After roaming the aisles for a while, I ring out and take the things up to the room, rest a few minutes and go back down to the Chart House where Sheila (and maybe Becky was early too) is already putting things out on the welcome table. Marge had sent a box with some great party stuff. “Thanks Marge!” We set out the door prizes and as others arrive they help put together glow bracelets and party beads. In all, we have about a dozen people attend. It was a great time. We eat appetizers and drink cocktails and pass the cell phone around so everyone can say hi to Marge. I urge Oxy and others to try the fish tacos. I think they like them. Those who were not able to attend are greatly missed. I tell Sheila that I want to play bingo later…cannot wait!
I have to tell you that Sheila is a very wise lady when it comes to a lot of things, especially bingo. She says to meet her in the Plaza’s casino by the Wizard of Oz machines, just left of the Winner’s Circle. I get there early and then Pook and Oxy arrive. Where is Sheila? She is a little late but I do not worry, it is not really that late. In she scoots and says that she took a little snooze and woke up just in time to work her way through the crowd that was on the Fremont St. plaza. The four of us follow Sheila up to the third floor and down a long, long area that echoes of better times back in the ‘70s and 80’s. There are beautiful chandeliers, which we walk under and nice, thick carpet cushions our walk. It reminded me of a ball room with other convention rooms off to the side. All the way to the end of the hall we walk. To the left is the door to the bingo hall which holds, easily, 300 people. Sheila explains the process to me and we all go up to the window and say we want a rainbow card and two other things, which I forget. The three of them all had a bingo and I had none...this time…my turn is coming! Mark these words…lol.
An hour later, after bingo, Pook and Oxy go their way, and, Sheila and I cross the street to go under the Fremont St. canopy. We hear Queen finishing their last song of the show. Darn!..did not want to miss that one! What fun it is to be with Sheila…love ya, Sheils
Sheila and I say our goodbyes since I am leaving in tomorrow afternoon. In the morning, it is breakfast at Hash House with Pook and Oxy.
Since I am really beat, I am thinking that my stop at to Gold Diggers Lounge to take pictures will be a short one. I find an elevator in the front corner entrance just off Fremont and press the up button. I get out and…Oh, it is SO hot up here! I snap a few photos of the signs and street below then head downstairs and off toward Rush Tower. That is what I am thinking at the time until…I see the Grotto and the enticing pool and how the colors are showing up so nicely in the evening. Vibrant blues and lights under the bar canopy glows orange. Colors are set off with the soft lighting, showing off the blue shark tank with silver skinned fish and sharks swimming from one end to the other. Music is playing in the background setting a perfect mood. How can I pass up this photo op?? As tired as I am, I simply cannot go to bed and miss this ambience! I spend about 20 minutes taking pictures and decide to duck into the Grotto for at least an iced tea. That notion changes when I see the cannelloni appetizer! The waiter brings crusty Italian bread and a FULL order of cannelloni! It is a different waiter who brings the order and tells me the other one is off his shift. I am not charged the full amount. The pasta is very thin and the chicken, cheese and spinach filling is to die for! I have to admit that it is the best cannelloni I have ever tasted. Being totally satiated, I walk right past the slots. They do not remotely entice me at this point. I have made my large donation and am satisfied to just roll off to my room and fall into bed…after drinking a half liter of water. Sure glad I do not do this except once in a blue moon!
It is Thursday a.m. and my roll-on and tote are packed. The tote is cleaned out and unnecessary stuff is pitched. My suitcase is stuffed with the clothes I bought and my makeup etc and magnification mirror make it way too heavy but I manage to check out and catch a cab to the Imperial Palace where I arrive an hour early, play the progressive blazing 7’s and cash out $12 down. At least I had the smarts to quit before feeding the machine another $50. I take the escalator up and meet Oxy and Pook at Hash Hous A Go Go. We are the only ones of the group to make it there so to on in and order. Pook gets a casadilla with all kinds of ingredients inside and Oxy and I get the fried chicken and bacon waffles. Pook is not able to finish hers…only eats about what looks like three inches off the end. She gives me a taste and it is yummy! Oxy looks as if he will burst. I finish only half of mine. We give hugs and they go their way and I go mine…off to the airport and home. My flight was just under 4 hours and we had another comedian flight attendant. He said things like, “Lady, you are drooling.” After saying something else he says, “Now, go back to sleep.” “If you are too warm, do not open any windows.” He was also making snoring sounds. It did make us laugh and break any tension.
All in all, this was a great trip. I thoroughly enjoyed meeting new acquaintances and seeing old friends again.
As soon as my computer behaved, I will post photos. I wanted to get this trip report finished and posted while it was fresh in my mind and while I can still add what I remember to the journal I kept during the trip.