I Still Got It??

A second Las Vegas weekend in a month? That is NOT my idea of travel adventure, but them’s the cards that events dealt for October 2021. 

My most recent foray into Sin City was for concerts—two shows of Adam Lambert, my favorite male vocalist, at the magnificent (if a bit aged) Venetian Resort on the Strip. Making the trip even better was sharing it with a friend from San Diego. 

We arrived Friday late morning and walked all over the place for the rest of the day. We logged over 18,000 steps, and my new knees rose to the challenge, YAY!! Lots of those steps happened in Caesar’s Resort, which I’d never visited, getting lost among the many high-end shops and walkways as we went on the search for a low-end burger and fries.

After enough laps around the luxury digs, we settled on burgers and beer at a familiar franchise, Yardhouse. Ah…..MY people!

I learned a valuable lesson at the first concert Friday night: do NOT wait to have a cocktail at the venue bar. My Cosmo in a plastic cup cost me $26! I didn’t make the same mistake the second night since Friday revealed that folks can take beverages with them into the theater. A very civil policy, I say. 

Now, let me get to the title of this blog post. Saturday Brenda and I took it a bit easier and after some coffee and breakfast, we went our separate ways for a while. Later I joined her at the spa and spent some time in the jacuzzi—three pools: hot, warm, cold. We pretended to be from Finland and moved from one temperature to another, shocking our bodies to behave before we headed to the pool. 

I posted already on Facebook that the same policy that took $26 for a drink inside the gates of a venue applied to the pool rules, so I didn’t fall for the $23 Vegas Special offered at the pool bar. Instead I just relaxed on a lounger and did some people watching, which in Vegas is a treat. 

A couple of young guys were standing in between me and the pool. One of them gave me an appraising eye and smiled. I know that smile. He did a shoulder shimmy. I returned the gesture and laughed. He walked over to me. 

Now folks, this guy couldn’t have been more than early-mid twenties, so no alarm bells rang. He was a cutie and friendly, and we chatted a while. His name was Trey. By this time Brenda had returned from a dip in the pool. Chat, chat. His story was that he was there visiting a cousin and a friend. Did I want to be his friend? 

Sure! I held out my hand for a handshake. I’ll be your friend today, Trey. Still no alarm bells. 

Then Trey played his card. “Oh, I was hoping you’d be my friend tonight. Can I text you?” 

Huh? He didn’t want to be my friend today but tonight would work? I don’t think so, buddy. You’re a cutie pie, but I have a concert to go to tonight. 

I very politely told him that I couldn’t do that, but as I was explaining WHY I wasn’t available, he turned and walked back to his friend. THE NERVE! I thought he liked me. 

Brenda laughingly told me that evidently Trey was looking for a night’s jackpot with a vacationing ‘older woman’. 

What? What’s my age got to do with an attractive young guy wanting to be my friend? THEN the bells finally rang in my head.

OOOOOOOH…….I see now. He wanted SURE money instead of risking it in the casinos. He…was…..offering himself….for money!  WELL! I NEVER!  

And here I though I still “got it”. I guess I do, although at least in this encounter the “it” was different from what I thought it was. Better luck next time? Sin City, indeed!