Vegas Monday night

Have you ever been to Las Vegas? Have you ever been there on a Monday night, to go out to dinner with your in-laws at the seafood buffet at the Rio? After which you went to see Zumanity, a super-sexy Cirque du Soleil show that your parents bought you tickets for, and which is awesome in a Cirque-du-Soleily way but also a little embarrassing in its overtly sexual content?

Have you ever, then, after the Zumanity show, decided to walk back down the strip to your hotel, not yet buzzed but enjoying the evening, since the 105-degree heat of the afternoon has finally subsided to a bearable 85 degrees? Did you ever then stop to notice the outdoor karaoke bar that’s not far from the M&Ms store? Did you decide to stop in, to maybe have a beer and then sing a song or two?

Did you then drink a few more beers, sing some cheesy ’70s pop music, make friends with the table of five sisters from LA, chat with the random drunk Brits, and get into a deep conversation with the couple from New Jersey, who are getting married at Lake Mead tomorrow? Did you take them seriously when, an hour into the evening, they asked if you and your partner would come be their witnesses tomorrow at their wedding, even though you just met them?

Did you then write a Great Whatsit post at 1 a.m., wondering whether the New Jerseyans would actually text you the next morning at 8:30 a.m., as they promised, to let you know they woke up sober and were still serious about their request? Did you set your alarm to make sure you could shower and be ready for the limo they said would pick you up, with bloody marys already prepared?

If so, that would be an amazing coincidence.

Good morning, all. By the time you read this, we may or may not be on our way to a wedding.

 

 

 

 

8 responses to “Vegas Monday night”

  1. KS says:

    OMG…can’t wait for the follow up to this one! You spin a very good yarn. Thanks for the laugh this morning; I really needed it.

  2. SG says:

    I’m hoping that the text comes. My gut, however, tells me that you’re going to run into the couple tonight at another karaoke spot, and they’ll say, “We were jus’ fuckin’ witcha! Comeere, lemme buy you a drink!”

  3. Tim says:

    Ooh ooh! I hope it’s so! I hope it’s so! Please. Make. It. So.

    Perhaps, however, Scotty has an inside view on this. His being from Jersey and all, he knows what they’re like when they get liquored up in Vegas on a hot Monday night.

  4. LP says:

    Update: The New Jerseyians did, indeed, text at 8:30 a.m. They wrote “Are you girls ready for a 10 a.m. limo ride?” Plus smiley-face emoticon.

    We really wanted to do it, but… in the sober light of day, we could not escape the realization that we were here to celebrate RB’s parents’ 40th anniversary, and that today was our last day with them, and that we had promised to go with them to the Titanic exhibition at the Luxor. I half-considered texting the New Jerseyians to ask if they could have us back in Vegas by 2 p.m., but realized that was a little much to ask complete strangers on their wedding day.

    So, we almost got to have an adventure, but in the end not quite. We’ll be texting them later to find out how the ceremony went.

  5. SG says:

    The Swells and I agree that you did the right thing…

  6. SG says:

    …not that it matters.

  7. LP says:

    5: Thanks, I think so too. If we had one extra day, though – if this had happened Sunday night rather than Monday night – we woulda gone.

  8. lane says:

    well… i guess this is one evening that really will “stay in vegas” as the saying goes…