Day 412 of San Diego

Hello!

Are you ready to read more about my Vegas adventure?

My previous post I had only talked of the first day. The second day was just as eventful. My mom's longtime friend who lives in Nevada asked if she could celebrate with the folks and I on my birth date. She invited us to the Wynn's buffet for brunch. The food was marvelous! I wish I had two stomachs for the amount of nourishment I wanted to plow into my gullet. Wendy, my mom's friend, and her husband had heard that I yearned to visit the show Pawn Stars' pawn shop. Yet I had learned that the shop receives around 4,000 visitors each day! I doubted I would be able to enter, but Wendy and her husband generously offered to drive us to it.

However, before we left the hotel/casino, I needed to visit the gorgeous Ferrari store. Supposedly, underground, the Wynn sold Ferrari VEHICLES. It'll be the day when I can either purchase a Ferrari or Ferrari merchandise... or sit in a Ferrari... or touch one...

Anyway, it was a five minute drive from the Wynn to Old Town Vegas. I never visited Old Town Vegas. I should once I've saved the money for a future trip.

Believe it or not, we were able to park in the pawn shop's parking lot! The parking lot had approximately twenty-five slots. A couple were empty. We chose a spot closest to the shop. Remarkably, the line wasn't long. We waited a measly ten minutes until entering inside! Wendy was shocked. The shop was cramped. I expected it to be larger. I simply purchased a shirt for myself, a shirt for Mason, and a keychain. We can't afford the actual royalties that were for sale...

Lastly, I requested if Wendy could drive the folks and I to see the Welcome to Las Vegas sign. I don't know if I've ever encountered it. I don't know if the folks and I have driven to Vegas. Gladly, Wendy obliged. 

Finally, Wendy dropped us off at our hotel. We said Goodbye to her and her husband. My mom questioned what we should do to waste time. I suggested shopping. We did just that.

Around 3:00, the folks and I had to change attire. I decided to dress up for the evening performance we bought tickets to.

Which performance am I talking about?

Well, the fabulous Cirque du Soleil: Michael Jackson - One! I'm disappointed to state that I couldn't snap photos of the act. It wasn't allowed.

We had lovely seats; close to the stage and in the middle! As we idled, four people - two girls and two boys - (about my age) started fussing while they scooted passed guests behind us. Suddenly, I heard them whisper that their isle was further forward. Impatient, they wondered if they could cross over people's chairs to get to their designated isle. The girls politely asked if they could use our seats to climb over. But one boy already began stepping on my seat without permission! My dad became angered. I thought he would punch the guy. The two girls bickered at the brave young man, telling him to move around the isles.

Unexpectedly, the second boy hopped over the chairs! His balance was superb! The girls yelled at him. One girl shouted, "Tell these people you're sorry!" The boy shrugged, ignoring her request. The other three walked around the isles. My dad was still steaming from the previous experience.

I then realized... spotlights. I looked above and saw spotlights shinning at the group of misfits. I looked at Mom with wide eyes. I speculated, "Are they actors?" In a matter of minutes, the crew was chased away by a group wearing trench coats and holding cameras.

Again, believe it or not, our questions were answered: they were actors! They were the main actors for the show! I had to laugh at the image of my father punching one of the Cirque du Soleil actors if he hadn't removed his foot from my seat!

I cannot express how beautiful the performance was. I can't explain! You have to see it for yourself to understand my speechlessness.

After the show, we rushed to our hotel. I needed to undress and dress in even more fancy attire. The reason was to impress Blake. The night prior, he said he may have a drink with me on my birthday. When we arrived to The Cosmopolitan, The Modern Jukebox Band spectacle already begun. I had to wait until break to chat with him. Yet... in the meantime... I worried of whether or not he would remember us... I had a hunch he would forget to order me a drink (sadly, that was true)... But once he saw me, he smiled. I asked, "Do you remember me?" His eyebrows twitched and he emphasized, "Of course! Happy birthday! You look nice." I said Thank You and felt my cheeks burn from blush.

The event ended. The folks and I managed to have a word with Blake. He called us his "Seahawks family" which charmed us. Another conversation brewed. My dad invited him to dinner if he was in our area. We snapped the last few photos together...

I shooed my parents away as I stood near Blake. My heart was pounding. I didn't know if what I was about to do was legal. I pulled a piece of paper and a pen from my purse. I babbled about how my family is sincerely inviting him to our house, to dinner, etc. I scribbled my phone number on the piece of paper before handing it out to him. He stared at it, complimented my intrinsic number, when saying, "Well, add your names to it!" I furiously did so.

I gave Blake the piece of paper. I told him, "I'm not hitting on you, man." He hugged me and replied, "I appreciate the love." I waved to him as I joined my parents.

What a clueless idiot I am.

I haven't received a text or call from him since... 

The folks and I were drained of our energy. I wrote a quick essay for my Queer Studies teacher, sent it via email, until we fell asleep, ready for the upcoming day.

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End of Part Two.

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