Hmmm....the digi pics from Vegas have yet to be sent over via Allison, so I guess we will all have to go yet another day without them. For shame. However, I did drop off five rolls of film today, which should be back by Friday or so.
Anyway, quick story from Vegas:
On Friday night the eight of us went out to dinner at Fix at the Bellagio. It was a cool place, but crowded and it only had one bathroom. I was drinking much water and diet coke, so instead of waiting on the line, I went out into the casino and used the ladies room a few feet away.
I was in the stall, adjusting my skirt, when I heard a young woman say, from another close stall, "I'm so sorry. Thank you for being so understanding."
Another voice said, "Don't worry. This happens all the time..."
"You see," the younger voice said, "We don't know how she got this way."
This was my cue to get out of my stall and see what was going on. When I stretched my neck over, a saw a young women, about 20 or so, seemingly lifeless, with her head right in the toilet. Outside the open stall was her friend, along with the bathroom attendant and a wheelchair. As I washed my hands I watched in the mirror as the two of them tried to pick this poor, limp girl up and get her into the chair.
This raises the question: Is it a sign of a good or a bad time in Vegas if you get so drunk that you have to be wheeled out of the Bellagio in a wheelchair at 10:00 PM?
Discuss.
Oh, and last Thursday, when I left, I had a piece on The Simon. Read it, love it and think of it as you drift off to sleep.
