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This last weekend we went to Las Vegas and met Callie and Naomi there,
celebrating our 35th anniversary and Naomi's birthday. (The joint
vacation was N's idea, of course; she's good at coming up with evil
schemes.) It was mostly good. Parts were very good. As it
turned out, I didn't need to worry about getting enough walking in.
No battle plan survives contact with the enemy, of course. And when an
ambitious list of "things we want to do" meets the reality of low energy
levels, injuries and other physical limitations, sleeping in, missed
connections, and the fact that slot machines no longer have coin slots,
there are bound to be some disappointments. But it was good. The buffets
were tasty and cheap, some of the restaurants we ate in were very tasty
and not at all cheap, the scenery (architectural, natural, and human) was
fascinating, and Cirque de Soleil's Zumanity was... interesting.
Zumanity was my first contact with Cirque; it probably wasn't a very good
introduction. The acts that were supposed to be funny I found painful,
and none of it was what I would consider sensual. Some of it was
beautiful, though. I could have done with more of that.
The official birthday dinner was at Joe's Steak, Seafood, and Stone Crab
in the Forum Shops at Caesars. It didn't help that we got a late start,
went in separate cabs, and C&N ended up getting dropped off at
Caesar's, a good block or so away. And owned by a different organization
altogether. We had to send out a search party (i.e. me). But it was
A lot of st/rolling with Colleen. At one point Saturday night her scooter
simply and suddenly died, with symptoms (including inability to charge)
that indicated a bad connection in the battery box. Fortunately we were
already back in our hotel (the Excalibur), and I pushed her back to the
room. After calling up the house engineer with a cart-full of tools only
to find that his four-in-one screwdriver was hopelessly short, I set out
to Walgreen's (about 2.5 blocks away) and bought their only screwdriver
set. Too short. But somehow the act of flipping the box upside down and
shaking it a few times knocked the connection back together, and it held
up through the rest of the weekend.
And we made some good music, especially Monday afternoon -- we extended
our checkout times to 3pm so that we could have more time. I'd been
afraid that Colleen would have trouble keeping herself amused, but as it
turned out she needed the time to catch up on her sleep. I have half a
dozen new songs to learn, and it put a great cap on a busy, exhausting,
but basically good weekend.
Quite a few good links. A good 6-article series on the music industry. Among other things.
So, yeah, a good weekend for the most part, and awesome in spots. And a
big success at work yesterday for the team that I'm part of. Can't say
much about that, unfortunately, but it took a heck of a lot of pressure
off. So I'm a well-fed and contented bear right now.