It was a strange night. Haunting cries echoed through my dreams. Not so much Vegas sirens …more like the plaintive call of a wounded animal….
And then I woke up.
The cries continued.
It was 03.00 am and someone was howling outside my door. It sounded like a dying moose. (Not that I know what a dying moose sounds like …there are not many of them about in urban London. But, to me, that’s what it sounded like. )
The moose continued to howl… followed by a lot of door thumping…fortunately not on mine.
’ Oi ..lemme in’ ! thump thump thump ..then some choice expletives . I recognised the accent …it was pure London. Finally, a door opened and all was quiet.
04.00 . More moose noises.
It was obviously some kind of ritualistic mating call. More banging and crashing and thumping… more effing and blinding….then, at last,quiet.
05.00 ‘Howwwwwwwl’ …..thump,thump,thump….
Here we go again…..by now I am ready to strangle a moose. It was obviously a boys’ night out and each of the participants was coming home one by one – their tribal mating call alerting their room mates..
Forget stag party – this was a Moose Party. I got out of bed with murder in mind …but as I reached my door …silence descended once again…..
Sleep …at last….
As you can imagine, after this, once again I didn’t start the day in the best humour. Called E around 09.00 feeling rough, with a voice that was coming from somewhere near my feet…it’s pretty deep at the best of times, but now I sounded like Steve Wynn on the Wynn website – or Don La Fontaine.
( RIP Don – the voice of a thousand movie trailers whose death would be announced on the news that day)
‘You don’t get Moose in the Signature ‘ said E when I told him about my night.
He’s a little bit ratty too…he still hasn’t got over the shock of his bath size and the randomness of the Mirage elevators is really beginning to bug him.
The TV weather had announced that it would be the hottest day of the week .108F is forecast. We have friends from the UK arriving tomorrow and the mad social whirl has been great so far, but, combined with the heat, exhausting. So we resolve to take it a bit easy.
Today I want to get my Macy’s discount card so after a buffet breakfast and the usual teabag scenario I head off to The Fashion Show Mall.
(International visitors – just go to Macy’s customer service desk with your passport and they will give you an 11% off card for nearly everything in the store…..even sale items.....fabulous)
E wanders off to do his own thing. Shopping with me did not entice. So it was a big surprise when we met up later to find that he’d been to the Fashion Show mall as well...
He’d obviously been skulking round the shops as I hadn’t spotted him once.
But …wonder of wonders, the last of the big spenders, with no apparent interest in clothes, he’d actually been to Gap and bought himself a shirt.
Mind you, it was one I’d suggested to him before and I’d been nagging him to buy it….and it was only $20 in the sale! )
As for me - I was now the proud owner of a Michael Kors dress – $140 – much cheaper than London - and the discount card making it even more of a great buy. I said, before, I'm not a designer queen - but I couldn’t resist, and I needed a little retail therapy after my disturbed night…
So, E and I had spent some dollars and he’d also checked out the Imperial Palace and taken quite a fancy to it. Not quite in keeping with his Big Winner status,I thought to myself.
Now it was time to meet Malvlover and head downtown.
We’d arranged the night before to meet her by some escalators in The Palazzo. E was confident he knew which ones. So we find the escalators and hang around at the pre-arranged time.
Imagine, if you will, the 3 of us like a swiss cuckoo clock…popping in and out of The Palazzo to try and find each other. E would go off to look. I would go and ring her room. She would nip out for a cigarette. I would go off to look. E would pop outside. M would go off to look for us.
This went on for an hour.
Suffice to say- we didn’t find each other.
My advice …there are better places to meet in Vegas than by any one of the Palazzo’s escalators! But you live and learn.
We were a bit worried, but figured something may have come up for M so I sent her a text saying we would catch the Deuce downtown and try and meet up with her later. But, unbeknown to me, my texts were taking hours to arrive … just to add to the escalating confusion. …
Head out to the bus stop up past The Wynn and the heat knocks us for six.
'Shall we get a taxi?' Says E.
I don’t want to – I’ve never ridden the Deuce and it’s on my list of Vegas things to do. E points out it is now late afternoon and the Deuce will be pretty busy and sweaty…so…after abit of debate, we abandon the plan altogether.
And yes, that means 3 Vegas trips and I STILL haven’t been Downtown! If it hadn’t been so hot
I would have gone…but trust me, it was a furnace out there…
So ..to assess the situation…….Malv is missing in action, and we aren’t going to make it downtown …..
What to do now?.......
…Up next …going crackers and ….where is Malv???
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