Viva Las Vegas
Posted May 13, 2006on:
Driving from LA to Las Vegas took us 4 hours tops. The trip was originally scheduled for the following weekend but we thought of doing it a week earlier. We’re lucky (pun intended) that our Papa Rhante was free to see us. He was driving himself from San Bernardino to his newly acquired palatial abode in Silverado Ranch, a few minutes from the famous Las Vegas strip.
The lovely mansion that was our home for 2 nights. Just perfect… For somebody coming from the tropics, Las Vegas’ weather felt just like home.
It was late afternoon when we arrived and we were in time to see with the family, the Grease school production where Mahal played a part. We were all impressed at the performance of the characters, most especially Mahal’s of course! She gave her character just the right “punch” and everyone found her hilarious. The girl’s got talent, I tell you.
Didn’t I just say “palatial abode”? What regular house in LA/Las Vegas could accommodate a grand piano such as this one? It’s got to be really huge and with high ceiling to boot. That’s Papa Rhante and Mama Nita’s nephew serenading us with some classical and popular pieces.
Papa Rhante treated us all to a scrumptious Cuban dinner. The portions were huge! Though I was famished, I wasn’t even able to finish off half of my salmon. Shucks!
On the way home, Mama Nita handed me 2 crisp hundred dollar bills to try our luck in the casino. I hesitated, but relented a few moments later. Hehehe… Pakipot noh?
Taking the car, Junnie, Jerry and I drove off to the strip to experience how it is to be in Sin City!
Spotting these names on the souvenir cups, I suddenly missed my boys back home. We’ve tried our luck at the slots in Bellagio. Like most of those hopeful gam(bl)ers, we lost a few to the house. It was 3am, the neon lights were still on but it was time to call it a night, or whatever’s left of it.
“Viva las vegas turnin day into nighttime
Turnin night into daytime
If you see it once
Youll never be the same again
Im gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke up well
Ill always remember that I had a swingin time”
– Elvis Presley