Coming back

As I sit here in the airport I reflect on the last few days in Las Vegas. I can still hear the annoying, seductive sound of those one-armed computerized bandits calling to my addictions, but I have learned to ignore them. Slot machines in an airport is a little extreme even for an addict, and I'm not really even a real addict. I just do it if it's there but that is denial so maybe I am and just in denial. My heart is looking out at the beautiful mountain scenery; some are snow capped and some are dry and weathered indented. I love the idea that the Grand Canyon stated as a river. The sights have a definite edge over NYC, never mind Dumont, New Jersey.
I had such a great time in Vegas, even if it was a nightmare getting there. I refuse to focus on the bad- After landing in Vegas it took one hour to get to a hotel that I could see from the airport. Then the hotel gave my room away and "up-graded me to a room with a view...They have a vicious sense of humor. I posted the view.
Needless to say going out was not an option. I just wanted sleep. I woke the next morning with a happy reframe. I was determined to be happy and what better way to be happy on Easter Sunday than to go to church...Do you know how hard it is to find a church in Sin City...I walked up and down the strip. I did see a mother with a beer in her hand walk out of a CVS with three store bought Easter Baskets. When ever I see things like that I am happy that my parents were old-fashion and traditional with their values.
Instead of a church I found a wedding chapel and faked a mass...Thank goodness I have a good memory for rituals and was really proud of how much I remembered- replacing the body and blood of Christ was a little hard to substitute, but in hind sight do you really want to eat someone's body and blood? I just grabbed a red life saver.
My friend, Casper Sesto, picked me up at my hotel and we went to brunch at a casino near his home. I got to see his BEAUTIFUL home and a different way of living. I found it funny that they had marshmellow peeks on the buffet table...lol.
Later in the casino they had Playboy Bunnies handing out chocolate eggs, because "Everyone should have chocolate on Easter." I was kinda missing my family. Another friend of mine lives out in Las Vegas, Kristopher McDowell. I know Kris from the old theater days, the days when we were careless and young - thank god we aged well! Kris and his partner hosted a Easter get-together and many East Coast Theater peopler were there. It was like an old home week reunion. I got to see Keith Thompson and his partner, Phillip Officier and a few new friends. All in all it was a wonderful Easter after all. Phillip, Keith's partner played the piano and wowed us all! All the warmth and memories of good times were brought back to me and my heart was on cloud nine all afternoon.
I ended up at my hotel room at 5:00 and was told about Bingo at one of these night clubs. I went there and found, instead of Bingo, line dancing. It was quite the sight.I fell asleep that night wrapped in a bundle of sweeet memories and dreams.