Last night we arrived after 11 pm. You would think with a late arrival we could cruise in and the staff would be tripping all over each other to help us. Think again, Robert. We were greeted with bumper to bumper traffic. I had to fight my way between taxis and limos in a traffic circle only to find out that the entrance for checking in was on the other side. So again I needed to extend my arm asking to get over (easy to ignore a turn signal hard to ignore an arm). We got to the valet and asked if they could charge our car overnight since we arrived with very little energy remaining. He said he would make a request but no guarantees. This morning I checked my car app and saw that what was at 16% last night was down to 12% this morning. Not sure if it was the cold weather or if the valets used our car to keep themselves warm but that further drop was a little unnerving. That level of charge was a new low for me and I needed to find a charger or I would not feel comfortable. Patrice made a call downstairs to check on the charging. Based on what I had experienced so far I knew it was a wasted call. You would think for what we are paying here we would be treated like royalty. So I continued to get ready to find a charging spot and suddenly a message came across my phone that charging had begun. Isn’t she amazing? Aren’t I, the lucky one?
So instead of heading out looking for energy I decided to expend some of my own energy in the gym. Oops, I forgot we are at an expensive hotel, I meant fitness center, not the gym. As I slowly meandered towards the fitness center a gentleman passed me and said hi. He knew the way, so I followed him. Turns out he and his wife are visiting from New York and celebrating her birthday. What a coincidence. I told him that we will be celebrating by going to the Sphere tonight. He replied “I’m taking my wife to the Eagles – Raiders game tomorrow. Maybe Patrice is the lucky one?
Actually I realized later that the Raiders aren’t playing this weekend and he meant he was going to see the Eagles at the Sphere just like us. I guess I’m not that special after all.
We are not gamblers and I can’t stand the smoky air in the hotel so hanging out at the casino was not very appealing. Instead, Patrice booked us a brunch and a show at the nearby Treasure Island hotel. I don’t like to gamble but I sure like to eat. Turns out she made reservations for “Señor Frog’s Drag Brunch”. Sounded like an event where you eat as much Mexican food as you can, as fast as you can. Turns out that was not quite correct. It was Mexican food but we were entertained by a bunch of guys dressed up as women. I wasn’t expecting much but OMG does not adequately describe what we saw. Clearly society has passed me by. I have NEVER seen anything like this in my life. A series of men dressed up as women came on stage then sang and danced. The audience would scream. Then the performer would come off the stage into the audience and people would beg them to take cash from them. Most were just single dollar bills but I saw at least 1 one-hundred dollar bill.
Then they came out for their finale. The entire troupe was on the stage sending their love to the audience and then came off the stage to join us. Again audience members gave them lots of cash. The screaming in the audience was mostly women and reminded me of the when the Beatles came to the USA for the first time. Heck, if I knew wearing a dress would be such a turn on for females I would have taken a much different approach in college.
By the way I think I must look like the owner of the Treasure Island hotel because we stopped twice on our way to the show to ask for directions. Each time the Treasure Island employee addressed me the same way, “Hey boss, can I help you?” And once again the directions to Señor Frog’s started with the same sentence “Walk through the casino……”
‘We are back at our hotel chilling for a while. We will be seeing The Eagles (musical group not the football team) tonight and since the show doesn’t start until 8:30 we need to rest up.
That’s enough for tonight, or as Patrice just told me “That’s too much”.
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