We came out of the Palazzo after the show to find the street and every hotel on the strip packed to the gills.  It was Fight Night and Merriweather and Mosley (?) were duking it out somewhere.  Ty put $20.00 on the loser.  Anyway, crowds like nobody's bidness.

We wandered over to the Venetian and had a beer.  The faux ceilings confused me but I liked it. 

Now, before I explain what happened next, I have to give a little background; I had only brought one purse with me to Vegas and it's pink.  It did NOT  go well with my zebra ensemble.  Jay said "Don't worry, I'll carry your stuff in my jacket pocket. What do you need to bring?"

I handed him my I.D., my room key and of course, my carmex.
I never go anywhere without my carmex.

We discussed whether or not he should take my phone and we decided that would be ridiculous.  We agreed that we weren't going to split up and if we did, what use would my phone be in his pocket?

As we were leaving the Venetian, enormous crowds of hipsters were swarming in for the clubs.  We all sort of got mixed into the crowd.  Before anyone knew what was happening, we'd completely lost sight of Jay, Mr. Curry had disappeared beyond a door going outside and Ron saw Tyler getting on an escalator.  We yelled at him but he couldn't hear us.  Ron, Kathy, Katie and I followed Curry and Megan ran after Tyler and no one knew where Jay was.

Outside, Curry had discovered that there was no way down stairs from the veranda we were on, so we went back inside and down the escalator we'd last seen Tyler on.

At the bottom, our three companions were no where to be found.

Curry called Jay and then told us they were headed to the Bellagio to see the fountain display.  We all thought that was a good idea and set off on foot.

Because we're morons.

We had no idea it was miles to the Bellagio.

Normally, I can walk distances with the best of them, but tonight I was in heels.  So were Katie and Kathy.

We walked and walked and walked and walked and I said to my daughter "I'm a half a block from being crippled for life," and I reached for my foot.

"You can't take those off!" she said "The ground is disgusting; you'll get mad cow disease!!"

Well, mad cow sounds even worse than crippled for life, so I left the heels on my pods and hobbled gamely onward.  We reached the Bellagio and Jay, Tyler and Megan (they'd all found each other quickly) were no where to be found.  Curry called them again.

"They're catching a cab back to the hotel," he told us.

My aching feet didn't help my outlook on the situation but that's when I realized I had no carmex.

At this point, I cursed my darling husband for the dirty dog he is.

Many miles of excruciating trudging later, we made it back to the hotel, where of course, I had no key card (the night before I'd had to show my room key to be allowed on the elevator; Jay knew this) and no phone with which to call the room and ask Jay to come and get me.  I managed to sneak (Okay, I marched with a glare that just dared the rent-a-cop behind the desk to start something with me.  He didn't) past the guard and onto the elevator. 

Upstairs, I banged on the room door.   Jay opened it all "Hi Honey!  Wasn't that a great night?"

I took off my shoes and threw them at him, demanding sweetly "WHERE'S MY F******* CARMEX?"



Many decades ago, Jay used to sell women's fashion shoes. To this day, he knows more about women's' shoes than I ever will.  He knows all about cut, design, material, who makes the best, who's sizes are best for a wide foot, etc.

But as much as he knows about women's shoes, he doesn't know the most important thing; they are hard to walk in.

I accused him of ditching me, he said it's only a ditch if it's deliberate, I said "Nice date!" and he said "That's what you get for following Curry, but I knew you'd be fine, you were with Ron!"
I conceded the point and we went back to singing "My Eyes Adored You."

It was an awesome night.

 

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