Who's to say where you are going to sleep tonight?
Think you know for certain that you will be back in your own little beddie-bye, snug as the bunny in his sandy warren? That's what I thought yesterday, too. I knew for certain that I would be back in our spacious room at the Mandalay Bay with the deep soaking tub and luxurious bedding, view of the Strip.Imagine my surprise when I returned to the room from the pool, ready to enjoy a long shower, change for dinner...and was greeted by the maid who was very surprised to see me and all our belongings about the room.
"You no check-out?" she asked. I said no, not until Thursday. "Uh-oh." she said taking my key. "See, it no work, you gone by 11 am." It was 1:30 pm. Some error somewhere in the system had booted us out on the street. I was still in my swimming suit, on the phone with the front desk, the manager-of-the-day. How could they not have room for us? The conference ends on Thursday! Why would we be leaving on Tuesday? No avail. The Mandalay Bay was fully booked, their new property, theHotel (stupid name) was fully booked.
Tuesday was to be the big date, the big dinner, the big show. I worked to hit theRE-SET button, get a grip, be in the moment, fix it. I had one and a half hours to pack the room, shower and dress for the evening. Gratefully, by 2:15 the husband arrived having picked up the voice mail I was certain he would not get until 4:30 pm.
I had negotiated a 3 pm check-out and booked rooms at the neighboring Luxor, sadly run-down and approaching seedy. Which is where I sit right this minute, with a lovely view of the Mandalay Bay wave pool...like Eve peering back at an Eden from which she is barred. (However, unlike Eve, I booked some spa services at the Madalay Bay for tomorrow, so I will be back! Throwing my money at them! Hah!?! Or, HELP?)
DRIZZLE, DRAZZLE, DRIZZLE ZONE! TIME FOR THIS ONE TO COME HOME!
Photo: Richard Alexander