DAY 3 is eventful, to say the least. It starts at around 3 a.m. when Carlo and I bring my mom to the emergency room of the nearby hospital to have her eye checked out—she'd been trying to get out her contact lens for the past couple of hours and complained that her eye was stinging. We're only in the hospital for a little over an hour till the doctor releases my mom, now wearing one patch over one eye. She says they flushed out the contact lens and put in some medicine to help with the pain but it should take a few days to completely heal. Exhausted, we all head back to the house to try and catch some sleep. I think I've barely gotten a few winks when Mackie and his mother arrive to pick us up (we'd previously agreed that Mackie would use his car for the trip to Vegas while my mom would drive us all to San Diego). I'm a little bit tired and feeling more than a little bit guilty about last night and having bothered Carlo, who's supposed to take his NCLEX exam in the afternoon. But after reasoning to myself that Carlo's pretty much brilliant anyway, I soon start looking forward to the day ahead.
Unfortunately, an hour into the drive, the car starts to overheat and despite our turning off the Ac and giving the engine a break, it looks like we're not going anywhere soon.
The tow truck guy is kind enough to let us all hitch a ride to the auto shop, which is near the car rental agencies. At the auto shop, while waiting for our rental, Mackie consoles himself by having his picture taken. Of course.
After a couple of hours (okay maybe one hour but it feels like forever), we're back on the road and on our way to Vegas. We get to our destination past 8 in the evening and since we have tickets to watch the Cirque du Soleil: LOVE
show at 10 p.m. (Thank God, they were all sold out for the earlier show), we decide to forego dinner to get to the theater in time.
How can I describe the show we see that night? A video would be helpful, but we're not allowed to take pictures, much less film the performance. And it wouldn't have done much good, in any case. There are so many things to see, all at once that a second show is practically mandatory—and would've been on the menu, were I a couple hundred dollars richer. If you've seen the recent Olympics opening ceremony in China, then you have an idea of what the show looks like. With a couple dozen people (instead of the 2008 performers China employed) for each segment, it's obviously on nowhere near as grand a scale as the one China put on but is no less beautiful for it. And the music. Well. There's a reason why The Beatles are so popular.
After the show, we take more snapshots (on right); I swear, with Mackie around, you can't go 2 minutes without a picture being taken; and we, or some of us anyway, begin the gambling.
DAY 4: After a buffet breakfast and quick show at the Circus Circus where we're staying, we visit the Docdocil's former CDO neighbor, Norma Navarro, owner of an employment agency in Vegas and one of the most lavishly decorated homes I've ever seen (that wasn't on TV). After a couple of hours of chitchat, we're off to wander The Strip and a mini world tour of our own, starting with…
After gay old Pa-reeh, we head on to Greece, where silliness ensues:
On DAY 5 we leave Europe to go feast in Mandalay Bay for another eat-till-you-drop buffet. After brunch, while the moms hit the slot machines again, Mackie and I visit England (Excalibur), Egypt (Luxor), and New York in a matter of hours.
If that sounds exhausting, well, I guess it is. Which is why after our world tour, Mackie opts to take a quick nap while I wander into a testing room that gives volunteers a sneak peek at upcoming fall shows in exchange for early reviews. I wish I could say I got to see the first episode of Fringe or Dollhouse, but no such luck. Instead, I got to watch a reality competition program called The World's Most Difficult Jobs or something like that. It was okay, I suppose—they had a Fil-Am contestant who, at least, was one of the better contestants—but it wasn't particularly interesting and I wasn't so generous with my review. In any case, a couple of hours after, a couple hundred dollars less in our bank accounts (for some of us anyway) and about the same amount of pictures more in our cameras, we bid goodbye to Sin City and head back to LA.