I fail at blogging. Done, and done.
So now that we got that over with, I guess it’s my honor and duty to finish a bit of Las Vegas for everyone and myself.
Since Elana never actually finished with Friday, I have to rack my brain and figure out what happened on the rest of Friday and Saturday, I suppose.
OK, so I think this is what happened…
After our sexy bath together, we decided to take a walk to MGM to check out this new CSI interactive be-a-detective thing that was taking place there. As we were approaching, we could read the electronic billboard things that were flashing on the MGM building about a block away. We saw it advertise the CSI thing we had come all the way to participate in, and… it didn’t start till Sunday. Oops. I guess we should have read the ad in the attractions booklet a bit more carefully. So… what then?
We had walked a mile or something to be greeted by sorta kinda nothing. All of a sudden, we saw bright colors out of the corner of our eyes, and huzzah! M&M’s World was only a couple feet away! That was good enough for us.
We spent an hour or two enjoying a rainbow of chocolatey bliss. It was goood. Elana finally acquired her long craved-for Mini M&M’s, and Brenda and I got a good tube for ourselves as well. Satisfaction guaranteed.
After our exciting M&M adventure, we went over to MGM anyway to see if we could get tickets or at least find out more about the CSI dealio. Plus, we figured we couldn’t get too bored at another Las Vegas hotel/casino.
At MGM, we saw more lions, got tickets for CSI (10am, Sunday), and did this uber boring TV screening opinion thing. I won’t explain. To reward us for being locked up in a room for over an hour, however, the TV screening person gave us coupons for a bunch of free/discounted snackies.
Next was an almost-midnight dinner back at the Bellagio.
Sidenote: Elana totally exaggerated the priceyness of our Las Vegas meals. Our meals cost just as much as any other nice restaurant. But… Elana’s a spaz. As we all know.
Dinner was so uber yummy. I had an old-fashioned tomato soup with a side of a grilled cheese sandwich. I could tell that this restaurant was one of the nicerer ones when the grilled cheese sandwich turned out to be the size of a crouton. Whatever. It was so good.
That was Lion King day. And, boy, did we make it happen. Our original plans included rides at the Stratosphere… which didn’t happen. Instead we did the unthinkable — we shopped. The whole day.
If anyone knows Elana, you know her avid rejection of shopping and money. It’s just a big N-O. But we did it. We shopped all day long.
I ended up with 2 dresses and a pair of shoes. Elana bought a dress, jeans, 2 shirts, and a pair of shoes. Brenda got a shirt, a dress, a pair of shoes, and… other stuff? I don’t know…
But it was fun. We all had completely new outfits for the night, and we were slightly themed (Brenda had two zebras on her shirt, I had an Africany tribalish-looking dress, and Elana failed). We finished shopping with less than an hour to get to Mandalay Bay for The Lion King.
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Las Vegas, Nevada
We were in the magical building in which the theatre that held the love, passion, fear, and sorrow of The Lion King waited for us. The tingles racing through us told us that it was calling us, and we were ready. We followed the signs that pointed us to the Mandalay Bay Theatre, and finally we saw it. The dandelion gold of the poster-banner inviting us in nearly screamed at us, matching our excitement.
I don’t know about Elana and Brenda, but I was totally stoked.
We got our tickets, and then needed to get food within the hour timeframe we had before the show started. Japanese, Chinese, Italian, or French? Since Brenda is a picky little princess who can’t read or spell, we ended up at the China Grill, which had pretty much no Chinese food. Except for “Chinese ribs” or whatever it was… which is hardly Chinese anyway.
Anyway. That wasn’t even important, so moving on.
Before we actually walked into the theatre theatre, we were in the lobby area where they were selling some merch. This lady with “I work at the Mandalay Bay Theatre” attire and a big camera in her hand approached with the question, “Hi, would you ladies like to take some pictures?”
I blurted out, “YES!” grabbed my posse, and marched them over to the Lion King backdrop. We posed in various poses like the natural supamodels that we are, grabbed our photo card ticket thing, and ran inside the theatre theatre.
One of the ushers originally tried helping us to our seats, but Elana — being the ever-so-confident theatre geek — briskly brushed her aside and strided down an aisle. I, not knowing at all how the Mandalay Bay Theatre seating chart worked, merely followed since I didn’t know where we were going.
Another usher showed us our seats.
In the fourth row.
Of the orchestra.
It was so cool.
Ten minutes after 8 o’clock, the show started. By the way, we totally lucked out and ended up with aisle seats. If you’ve ever seen The Lion King, then you know that aisle seats in the orchestra are pure perfection.
I got to stare through a giant frickin elephant. I could see Young Nala as the baby elephant perfectly. One of the bird ladies actually looked at me for more than a second with a beautiful smile on her face. During “One by One”, my inner dork really came out when I was secretly hoping that the lady singing right next to me would accidentally get a drop of spit or sweat or something on me. I’d turn to Elana and squeal as quietly as I could, “OMG SHE SPIT ON ME!!! I HAVE LION KING SPIT ON ME!!!” It, um, didn’t happen though.
Backing way back up to the beginning again — The Circle of Life.
In case it wasn’t known, I have had a Rafiki fetish ever since I first saw the show many years ago in Los Angeles. The one nightmare I ever woke up crying from involved Rafiki getting brain cancer and leaving. It was absolutely heart-breaking.
Anyway, I was so completely stoked to finally reunite with my long lost love after so many years. The Circle of Life. Elana and I almost lost it and started bawling.
Oops. I’m running out of time. I’ll have to save the rest for later.