I think I failed to mention WHY I am in Las Vegas with Old Horsetail Snake. This is not just a random meet up with someone I met online. Oh, no. I did that already once in my life and now I am so happily married I pinch myself several times a day to make sure I’m not dreaming. No- Gene and I are here for a blogger’s convention. There are many other bloggers here staying at various places along the Strip. Today we will meet these people for both lunch and dinner, which means venturing out of this hotel. That means this will be be our big adventure day. I don’t know most of these other bloggers; they are mostly Fans of Hoss. Lately I’ve been hanging pretty close in my own blog neighborhood just because I’m in that sort of mood. So this little push will be good for me.
Last night Gene and I went to see "O" by Cirque de Soleil. We had most excellent loggia seats for the rich and famous and wheelchaired. Gene kept saying, "I can walk" and I kept saying, "Hush. Sit down and be quiet." "O" was beyond my wildest expectations. Gene asked just before it started what kind of show it was and I said, "ah, like a French acrobat circus, kinda." He said, "huh."
So you take the very best Olympic-style high divers and the absolute finest dancers and delicious contortionists and fine mimes. You enlist the services of the world’s greatest acrobats.You dress them up in the most outrageous head pieces of feathers and paper mache sculptured shapes and not a lot else, save some brilliant body paint. Fold in a full orchestra. Then you add what has to be the single most expensive stage set in history- it includes a full size pool that can be adjusted to over 20 different depths and diameters without you even noticing that they are doing it and finally you add:
BIG WEATHER. Rain. Wind, Fire. Lightening and Thunder. Lots of smoke and fog. You make everyone in the theater think the entire place is going up in 30 foot flames and then you douse it with a real rainstorm. That’s what it was. Of course you are not allowed to take pictures so here are two from the flyer that look like nothing in comparison.
When we got back to the room the famous Bellagio fountains were doing their thing 29 stories right below us. They go on for about an hour and even through soundproof picture windows this high up I could here the thunderous whooshing sounds they make. Gene was snoring. He may still be asleep. We are both so polite we each stay in our rooms trying not to wake up the other but when I do go out in the other room, he will be sitting there quietly reading the paper and he will say, "Morning, Sunshine."
And that has this effect on me: I am SO happy to see Gene’s smiling face. I miss Rich. And I miss my mother. Being really attached to people has a few downsides.
Tomorrow we will go back to Michigan and Rich and I will show Gene Wit’s End and a little bit of the wrong University in Michigan. Right now I am going to quick, gather up the latest batch of soap and sneak down to the gift shop (one of 28) where they sell very very hot t-shirts from Cirque de Soleil. They are expensive and look like ripped body paint. Don’t you think Abby needs one of those? I have to walk through the conservatory to get there and I gave Gene my conservatory photos- they are at his place today. Amazing glass.
The only other thing I would like to mention is that I can see the mountains from our window. And for some reason, that makes me a little weepy.