Reunion In Vegas

Posted on August 12th, 2010 by Jean

Twenty five years. That’s how much time passed between visits with my girlfriend, Wendy.
Twenty five years ago, I didn’t know it would be decades before I saw her again. I can’t even recall our last hurrah. Possibly drinks and dancing at Black Angus. Maybe an evening bbq at a friend’s house.
You might guess we reunited through FaceBook, but it was actually Flickr, where I found a recent photo of her, and MyLife (formerly Classmates dot com) where I paid $14.95 for 1 month membership and access to her contact information.
Not long after mailing her a letter and current family photo, my phone rang. It was Wendy!
♫♪♬ Reunited and it feels so good! ♫♪♬
Fast forward to Tuesday.
♫♪♬ My girlfriend’s back… ♫♪♬
Wendy, her husband, and her parents were spending a week in Vegas. By 11am, I was hugging my friend again after all these years! Wow, she was as gorgeous as ever. And tall! I don’t remember her being so tall. Her family was all so nice, and made me feel welcome.

Fashion Show Mall

Fashion Show Mall

While the men headed to the Bass Pro Shop, we ladies headed for the Fashion Show Mall. Making our way through the maze of underground parking, we scored a sweet parking spot close to one of the many entrances. Macy’s, Dillards, Chico’s, Coldwater Creek, and Forever 21 called out to us, and we answered! Two hours flew by as we navigated the stores, trying on outfits here and there. Wendy scored an excellent deal at Macy’s, bagging 4 pairs of shorts and a pair of capris for $50.
For lunch, we drove to Tommy Bahama’s Cafe at Town Square.
Three Blackberry Basil Smashes, please! Actually, they said they no longer offer that cocktail, but after checking with the bartender, we were told they WOULD make them! We have a feeling they scooted over to the nearby Whole Foods for ingredients.
Tommy Bahamas lunch

Tommy Bahamas lunch

Wendy’s Mom and I had the fish tacos, and Wendy had chicken salad. The fish was blackened and spicy, with contrasting cool, crisp slaw on top. To the side was a deep fried tortilla bowl with plantains and sweet pineapple, coconut “pudding”.
Laughter and conversation flowed easily. It is amazing to pick up with dear friends right where you left off. We drank, ate, enjoyed the lovely atmosphere, and each other’s company for several hours.
I won’t let another 25 years slip away.
Wendy and Jean

Wendy & Jean

• What’s the longest you’ve gone without seeing a friend?
• Are there pictures of you on Flickr that you knew nothing about?
• Do you like flowers in your cocktail?

Can A Whore Get A Drink?

Posted on July 11th, 2010 by Jean


I had such a strange dream last night. Thank you, Taco Bell.
In this dream, I was a prostitute. Quiet! I worked in a swanky Mall -slash- Casino -slash- Hotel. Police were looking for a missing person, and all the whores’ suites were to be searched. My trick (is that the right term?) was a nice, elderly gentleman who wanted to buy me a drink. I was just about to tell the bartender my order when my date cut me off, and ordered two shots of a clear liquor. Then it dawned on me. Can a whore order a drink, or do you have to just take what you’re offered?
Typical of a casino, it was hard to find my way around. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out how to exit! Plus, the mall was very enticing. I’ll bet I spent a lot of my earnings there.
• Tell me a strange dream you’ve had.
• If you worked in a mall, would you spend a lot of money there?
• Do you think a prostitute can order the drink of her choice?

Angry Shopping, Thrilling Shopping

Posted on February 27th, 2008 by Jean

40 miles southwest of Las Vegas, Nevada is the small town of Primm.

Primm, with a population of 1,132, has 3 casinos…

(Yes, that is a roller coaster surrounding Buffalo Bills. Steep too!)
…and one mall, The Fashion Outlets of Las Vegas.

This is where, on Monday, I had an angry shopping experience, and a thrilling shopping experience.
Imagine walking through the mall, minding your own business, when someone grabs your hand and dumps this into it.

WFT??!! Dead Sea Salt.

Meet Ackmed. (Not his real name/photo.)
Ackmed’s got me rubbing dead sea salt on my hand. In hind-sight, I should have dumped it and ran! I’m rubbing, he’s yakking away in some foreign tongue. I’m nodding in agreement, the polite thing to do. Ackmed throws some numbers out. You like nail kit? $40. Exfoliator? Is nice! $40.00. Sea Salt… is best in all the land. You float in sea salt. Good for your feet. $40.
No, Ackmed. I don’t want sea salt. That nail buffer kit is nice, but you are diverting me from real shopping.
Ackmed leans in and whispers, Nail Kit, $25. I liked the nail kit. He made one of my nails shine like glass. Ok, I sigh reluctantly.
So, Ackmed now has my credit card, and he begins grabbing products and putting them in my bag. The total on the register is up to $70.00! He didn’t even ask, just started putting stuff in the bag and ringing it up! I was furious! I said HEY! Is that my total? This is NOT COOL! You get all that stuff off my card NOW! All I wanted was the nail kit. That’s all I want. If you don’t get all that stuff off my card, I am buying NOTHING from you!
He made excuses. You need sea salt.
Know what? He even tried the sad puppy dog look! F*cker!
Ok, so I did get the nail kit, but I shouldn’t have even given him that satisfaction.
I had to get the foul taste of the angry shopping experience out of my mouth. Know what cleansed my palet? Manolos, baby!
Manolos first came to my attention years ago while watching Sex and The City.

I believe Carrie’s Manolos were stolen twice. Once at a baby shower where all the guests had to remove their shoes, and the other time at gunpoint on the street. So, you can probably imagine my delight upon seeing a pair of Manolos at the Neiman Marcus Last Call store.

These jeweled, kitten-heel sandals retail for $745. No, I didn’t pay that. Stay with me.
Here’s some I found online at

Mine were marked down to the low, low, low price of $186.00.
So I get home and tell Tom my shopping day experiences. Know what he does? He slips me $200, and takes pictures of me tonguing my shoe for his cell phone default pic!

There are some who will say no shoe is worth $200, but if it gets the smell of Ackmed out of your nose, it’s a bargain!