Labor Day

LABOR DAY
02.00 am
Wake up.
Great.

There’s no getting away from it when you cross the Atlantic…

No matter how tired or sleep deprived you are, the lag‘s going to mix you up good and proper……
Rummage for the melatonin…..Sleep.

07.00 - wide awake – that’s more like it…

Potter around, then call E around 08.00 – confident he’ll be awake too. Arrange to meet him in the lift lobby.

This is not as easy as it sounds as the Mirage lifts are a bit of a lottery.
I mean, would you pick one of the busiest days of the year to shut some of them down for maintenance?

No – nor would I.

Head round to registration to see if I can get my room sorted out.

I am advised to be in my ‘temporary’ room between 12 and 2 and ‘someone will call me’. Now, this is not how I envisaged starting my holiday.

I want my new smoking room and I want to get out there! Not stuck hanging around for 2 hours waiting for a phone call.
And I say so as politely as I can.

Tell them I will check back with them later…

I’m still being patient …it’s Labor Day after all.

Wander into the casino determined to get the better of Johnny Vegas. Order a vodka and orange juice from the cocktail waitress.

‘You do realise it’s only 9 o’clock’ says E ..
‘yes’ I reply…’I need my vitamin C’ …

Johnny Vegas is still having the last laugh so we head for breakfast.

It’s Buffet queue hell so it has to be the Caribe café instead. We start the tea making ritual (‘yes, sorry, but can we have a few more tea bags please?’) – E gets his required fruit intake and I go for the Eggs Benedict. It’s fine- and it’s fuel for the day.

Explore more of the Mirage – the pool area is lusciously south sea tropical.

It looks fabulous – but is covered in bodies in all stages of frying ….

I suggest E might like to check out ‘Bare’, the ‘European pool’ next door…after all – we are Europeans! …but not only will he not get his kit off ….on principle, he’s not paying to see anyone else do it either!

And I don’t want to sizzle my rather English white bits….far too painful.

Head out for the tram to Treasure Island.

I am confident this will take E’s mind of the bath situation.

Once a train spotter – always a train spotter …

Through TI, and out into the heat, heading for the Wynn.

It doesn’t disappoint – and I can feel that old sashay walk coming on as we waft our way into its rich atmosphere…

E surprises me by being totally interested in the slots…last year he’d been positively scornful!

Now, he’s a veritable slot queen…….

We both donate a few $$$ to Steve Wynn towards the building of Encore –just hope he remembers to invite us…

By now it’s around 1pm and I want my room. I want to unpack. I want to really start my holiday.

Head back to the Mirage registration desk. Explain to a 3rd registration girl my situation. ‘I’m afraid we don’t have a room yet – you’ll have to come back after 3…’ …..

My patience is starting to wear thin….