Eee! Leaving for Las Vegas in less than a day.
Gary is laundering ALL of his clothing. “Ellen, I only own jeans, Dockers, golf shirts, t-shirts, and shorts. I need a selection of each for the next four days. So that’s just twenty articles of clothing.”
Whereas, as usual, I am packing the bare minimum. If people don’t like my J. C. Penney’s top that makes old men in grocery stores chat me up, then screw ’em.
Gary and I have both hit the wheezing phase of the illness. This has caused some oxygen deprivation: we were buying cunning little 3 oz travel supplies at the grocery and Gary noticed the 3 oz KY-Jelly. He presented it to me by interrupting my shopping with – hello – mini jelly box directly in front of my nose. Then it was full-size hemorrhoid cream, and something called Crack Creme, and I countered with Gas-X. THEN we got stupid.
So I’m pretty prepared for LV, only: I have a dilemma. It would seem there is a procedure when you check in at a Vegas hotel, when the desk clerk asks you for your credit card and ID, you hand the clerk a “sandwich” of: ID, folded twenty dollar bill, and credit card, and request the nicest room, perhaps one on a high floor, or one with a view. A BRIBE. An UNFULFILLED DREAM of mine. The only trouble is, I’m already in a nice room right where we want to be. I’ll see either a mountain or the fountains; both are fine. So the clerk might be at a loss as to what I want. That’s the thing, a perfect opportunity for a bribe but I don’t want anything special. I am torn. Do I make something up? Like, “If there’s a room next to the patisserie, that would be lovely,” or “if there’s a room with a naked Chippendale, that would be lovely.”
What would you ask for with a bribe at the Bellagio?
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Duh. Brad Pitt.
I just let the guy behind the counter hit on me.
ARE YOU GOIN TO O??????????????and yes, bride them for some champagne, a mani pedi, facial message, DAMMIT I’M SO JEALOUS RIGHT NOW GRRRR GREEEN WITH JEALOUS!!!I wanna go to vegas and be all cool cat babe.mark my words Mrs. Queen, once the house is settled and the future waves of morning sickness subside, IT’S ON!!! me and Mr. Hall and vegas baby!!send us photos and frequent updates so we can go with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
George Clooney’s room? He must have one, right, didn’t he rob the place?
I am SOOOOO jealous. I could not afford to go to Nevada, and instead I am going to see Great Big Sea an hour and a half from my house by car tomorrow night.
I do really like Great Big Sea.
BTW, I am floored by the 20 articles of clothing formula. Floored!
@Tami – I loooovvve Allen in GBS. Don’t I, Queen? Huh? But not as much as I love Bruce.
Have a great time. I hope you enjoy the 4 man incarnation of BNL. Hopefully the wheezing part of the illness will subside enough for you to both enjoy the trip! Thank goodness you don’t need a passport for Vegas. I have no suggestions for a bribe request, sorry. Extra towels and pillows are all I’d really wish for… I require lots of pillows.
And now I realize…it’s the Bellagio…you’ll have towels and pillows galore, even without bribery!! duh~
The scene: the check-in at the Bellagio.
Elsa hands over a sandwich of ID, folded twenty, and CC to the person standing at reception. Smiling coolly, she says, “And if you have a room with a copper slipper tub, and servants to fill it and drain it, that would be grand.”
Becs – neh, brad has no appeal
.75- that is cruel
Mrs hall- went to O – tonights post
candy-now I will have to watch all those movies again just so Gary can shriek that’s the elevator! That’s the pool!
Tami-actually he did get a chace to switch from jeans to shorts which only reinforced his theory
becs-there’s an interview with Russel crowe in EW – not sure but there may be Alan photos
kristie-Once we accumulated eight pillows at the hotel in San Diego. The westgate, I think.
Elsa- and then , and I speak from experience, the cashier would extract your twenty, slap it on the counter and flick it disdainfully back at you. I was sooooo ashamed.