The Bellagio Fountains ...

Time to Say Hello …at the Fountains

After Cher we made our way to the Bellagio.

No longer Meet n Greet virgins, but just hoping we won’t be dull company in our jet lagged state….luckily, like a shot in the arm, Cher has woken us up a bit .

I forgot to mention I’d bought a sparkly union jack belt to wear so people could spot me at the Meet & Greets.
Tonight it didn’t quite match what I was wearing (dark green & black silk skirt, black top)… but it felt abit kitsch ‘a la Cher’, and in Vegas who cares?.. …

E had the temerity to comment

‘It doesn’t really go does it’?

I am miffed…this from a man who’s more Devil wears Primark than Prada…
(Not sure if there’s Primark in the US – but think Walmart and you’ll get the idea.)

Nothing wrong with that, but E and I have often wrangled over the issue of clothes…he’d rather spend money on a good steak than a good shirt whereas I, – while not exactly a designer queen – am still happy to spend £££ on good quality clothes.

My argument usually runs like this…..

Me : At least my wardrobe will last me awhile – whereas your steak will be disappearing down the toilet tomorrow …

E : No comment
(Sorry to talk lavatorial …. I digress….)

We peer inside the Fontana bar and, as we turn round, 2 friendly faces come towards us.
Evoni and ‘Mr’ Evoni .

Warm greetings all round...

Evoni has cleverly reserved a table on the Fontana balcony and it’s a real treat…( thank you Ev – brilliant choice!)

The evening is warm, we have a breathtaking view of the Fountains and the conversation flows….

Not long into a delicious cocktail and one of the bar staff comes over. ‘Are you all ‘Trip Reporters?’ – ‘Yes!’ we cry in unison – knowing what she means …

It heralds the arrival of Pruske and Mr P to join us….

We are all chatting away happily ….

And then I go and open my big mouth….
‘So what do you all think about your election then?’

Pause.

Our new American friends look at each other.

You could hear that pin dropping at the Stratosphere …

I start to mumble apologetically …’well, um, it’s just that America is the most powerful country in the western world, and what happens here will affect us all …and I ..er… just wondered what you all thought……....sorry…’ ……my voice tailing off weakly….

Now I KNOW you should never talk politics in social gatherings …but this is my chance to get some personal opinions – rather than listen to some tv pundit’s analysis on CNN every day…

Fortunately for me, our American companions are gracious in their forgiveness and it’s a privilege to hear their views. It’s a real insight - fascinating and illuminating, and I thank you all very much.

By 11 ish the lag is beginning to take its toll and we say our reluctant goodbyes. The next clock hour is midnight and, like Cinders, E and I have to slip away.

The lag was nibbling at the edge of my brain, and, as we walk home, it’s not just our hotel – but Vegas - that seems like a mirage… ……

Post script….
Couldn’t resist one quick gamble though …as we walked through the Mirage casino Dean Martin’s Wild Party called out to me….I wasn’t feeling particularly wild, so I just put in $10. The old crooner promptly turned it into $50 and I trotted off to bed happy. Thanks Dino!
Things were beginning to look up….!
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On the way next:
Meeting and Greeting at The Peppermill …and Panda- monium at The Wynn!