O, or One Night in Vegas
‘Twas five nights before Xmas and I was away from the house;
Playin’ hooky in Las Vegas, wearing a nice blouse.
We had arrived at midnight, Wednesday A.M.
Our goal was simple, see a show with some friends.
The first room they gave us, had only one single bed.
Fine for the engaged couple, but not right for my head.
Back to reception, to ask for one more.
They kindly obliged, giving us 16-304.
I awoke early, put my feet to floor.
While B slept quietly, next to her C snored.
A trip to the lobby, procuring a cup of Starbucks,
Wandering to kill time, realizing casinos are f@*!’ed.
At last they arose, and breakfast we ate,
At a proper sit-down restaurant, with nary a buffet plate.
Then back to the room to shower and repose,
A chance to unpack, knit and change clothes.
C went off to the gym; a headache rendered me ill,
So B and me wandered in search of water and Advil.
I started to feel better, so to celebrate (I suppose)
What could be better, than a bag of pretzel cheddar Combos?
At last it was time to leave for the show;
Off to Bellagio to meet Onofrio.
He’s the head clown and gave us our tix;
We quickly grabbed a bite, so we could be in our seats by half past six.
The show was magical, better than before;
Even though just a dress rehearsal, I didn’t leave wanting more.
The swimmer Bill May, whom I had met in the past;
Showed off double-jointed shoulders, the most flexible guy in the cast.
After it was over, we remained in our seats;
Bill and Onofrio came to get us, and to backstage we did retreat.
A brief little tour, showing costume rooms and the gyms;
Said hello to other performers. Alas, we couldn’t swim.
When make-up was off, the artists ready at last,
We piled into cars with Bill to get tapas.
A mojito and conversation mixed with sangria and laughter,
A night to remember for many, many years after.