Mr. and Mrs. lightning Go To ‘Vegas (part three) By Mrs. lightning
After the pool, lightning and I went to Ellis Island for lunch. It was pretty good. But lightning seemed to think we were in a hurry to get to my spa appointment. So after eating quickly, and telling the waiter we were in a hurry and needed the check, we got to my appointment about 10 minutes earlier than the 10 minutes early they had told me to check in. I happily went next door to a fabric store for those ten minutes. While I got my mani/pedi, lightning went back to gamble for a couple of hours.
What with laying out, going to the spa, and gambling, we were both pretty exhausted, so a nap was called for. After a little snooze, we went to dinner at P.F. Chang’s, where we got the dinner for two. Excellent, of course. Then we strolled the strip, stopping to take in the Bellagio fountains and the numerous street performers, including a guy dressed up like…wait for it…a penis. I’m not sure what it says about me that it took me a while to recognize what it was. Of course, like all those other “character” costumes, it was made out of fake fur. Maybe that’s what threw me off. Fortunately, the young mother with a 4 or 5 year old was urging her son to get moving, so he swerved off his trajectory toward the penis to get a hug. I can only imagine the conversation that would have ensued if that had happened!
Distances are quite deceiving in Las Vegas. It turns out that the urgent care facility was almost 1 ½ miles away. By the time I got there, walking in 101 degrees, with a very painful eye, having had nothing to eat all day, and developing a headache to boot, I was pretty disconsolate. Add in a rather unfriendly staffer at the clinic, and it didn’t take much to have me sitting in the waiting room in tears. After a wait while they checked to make sure my insurance was good (I had forgotten my card back in Illinois, so called home to have my kids text me a photo of it so I’d have the info!), I was finally called back. The doctor immediately putting numbing drops in my eye, then a dye. Blessed relief! The doctor said I did indeed have “a small scratch” and proceeded to prescribe two kinds of drops—an antibiotic and an anti-inflammatory. During the process, she managed to say about two or three more times that it was “a small scratch”. She said this in such as way as to imply that I shouldn’t really be in pain. Back in the waiting room I texted lightning to come get me as I was not feeling so great by that point. While I waited I excitedly realized that I had change in my purse and there was a vending machine in the waiting room. So I indulged in an ice cream sandwich while I waited.
After the show we walked around a bit, and then got some dinner. Finally we went back to the room, where I began to pack in preparation for the next morning, while lightning took off to find another Walgreen’s to get the prescription that the first one couldn’t fill earlier. After bringing it back to the room and checking on me, he went to get in one last night of gambling. I finished packing so that it would all be done and I could get an hour or so at the pool in the morning without having to worry about getting ready to go. The entire time I was muttering about how pissed I was that the last day had turned out this way and that I was turning into my mother. My mother, bless her, never comes to visit us without a trip to the emergency room. My mood was definitely not great for someone on vacation!
I don’t remember what time lightning stumbled in—4:00 or 5:00 am I think. About 8 or so his phone alerted him to a text. Our flight was delayed 3 hours. That meant we wouldn’t be getting in and starting our 2+ hour drive home from Midway Airport until late. Check out time was at 11:00, so we’d be sitting around the airport for about 6 or 7 hours. Oh joy.
Thursday morning while lightning showered and packed, I went on one last shopping excursion to buy a pair of sandals I’d had my eye on since we arrived on Sunday. Then off to the airport for an uneventful flight back to Illinois. We made great time out of the airport, and stopped at Portillo’s for supper. Then we finally headed on the road to home. As on the way to Kingman, lightning had great ideas for how I could keep him awake on the drive. I of course suggested that maybe next time he make it back a little earlier from his poker playing and actually get some sleep.
There you have it: the exciting tale of two middle-aged, middle class, central Illinois folks and their vacation. Despite a flood and an eye emergency, it was a wonderful, relaxing week. I got to shop and sun, lightning got to play poker, we got to visit with friends and family, and we both got to enjoy each other’s company. It was everything a vacation should be.