Are we all enjoying my Vegas recap? I am…its like reliving it in a small way….oh how I wish I could teleport back right this second…
On to day three! This was the day I was SO excited for. Why? We had rented a 1959 red Cadillac convertible, to finally fulfill my life-long dream of cruising the desert in an old convertible….scarf in the wind….*sigh*
However, the universe decided it was not time for me to fulfill that dream just yet.
Late the night before, I received a call from the rental company. The 59’ Caddy was in a wreck. Totalled.
Not to worry they said- we have a ’64 you can have! She’s a little beat up, but she’ll do!
She did not do.
More on this, after we talk about BREAKFAST!
We decided to brave the high-priced room service menu and splurge. $60 for two omlettes with hash browns and sausage, but hey…maybe they’d surprise us with something really wonderful? Let me tell you, they did! When I mentioned my gluten allergy, they we’re so kind and accommodating, something I really appreciate! When room service arrived, the table was unfolded to reveal all sorts of little toys, a Rubix cube, Easter eggs, etc. The food? Amazing. Worth the money and more. Since I couldn’t eat bread, they sent up extra hashbrowns- the best hashbrowns I’ve ever had in my sweet little life. I could go on and on about the amazing service and food…but I wont. I’ll save that for a Vegas Food entry over at the Eat-a Von Teese blog. I’ll leave you with a photo.
After we ate and got dress….it was time to tackle the impending nightmare that was the car rental.
So off to pick up the car we went. I was overjoyed! Look at her! How beautiful!
I was so excited, I even had a matching hair-scarf to protect my curls. ( That matched my beautiful 1950s deadstock daydress to boot, my favorite dress I wore all week)
Looks can be deceiving...She was falling apart.
Simply sitting in her made the suspension rattle, everything inside was broken, she hardly started… My red flags went off. I did not feel safe driving this car. I went back in, explained the car was just not up to par, and they gave me a different one instead.
Not a classic, but still a convertible! She’d do! And off we went!
Driving in Vegas was TERRIFYING!!!!!! I’m from a small town. We have two lanes. Trying to maneuver 8 lanes, with people honking and yelling? Ah! I however did well, and stayed calm!
We took a drive to the Vegas sign and took some photos.
Miss Eddie Vee and I
Nick and I
It was beautiful and sunny, but SO windy! I was very happy I wore a headscarf!
Then we took a short drive out in the desert.
I was happy.
Even happier once we found a DISCOUNT LIQUOR OUTLET!!
Now, we are Canadians. We know booze. However, our booze is really expensive. We couldn’t believe the prices at this little store. We loaded up on our favorite tipple- Mr Jack Daniels. That giant bottle would have cost us about $200 in Canada…We picked it up for $60. Amazing. Also, we don’t have Tennessee Honey nor Cherry Vodka in Canada yet, so we picked some up for our bar.
Then, it was off to pick up our VLV wrist bands!
YAY! ROCKABILLY FESTIVAL YAY!!!!..... My excitement would soon be squished. Too many people. WAY too many people.
Where was the boot? What the hell were these plastic tiki mugs? Scratchy ribbon wrist bands? Well I was willing to accept the change, and we went upstairs to check out our very first band…. And the only band we really saw all weekend.
The crowds were just too much for us. We decided to head downstairs, and in true Canadian tradition, DRINK UNTIL ITS FUN!
We were drunk and tired. We tried a few more times to brave the crowds, but damnit, I’m just too much of a small-town girl to enjoy being knocked around shoulder to shoulder. We checked out the vendors, Nick bought some more pomade and a hat. People took pictures of his mustache. I craved our big bathtub and comfy bed. We hailed a cab, and defeated….went back to our hotel.
Maybe I’m getting old, maybe I’m just not “hip” enough…but the festival isn’t really for me anymore. Last year, I was excited to be there and didn’t notice the politics as much… but truth to be told I don’t like the drama, I don’t like the attitude and judging of everyone’s outfits, being “’billier than thou” . Yes, you can ignore it, but even just a little bit sneaking in is enough to make you a little cranky. I’m on vacation- one I worked DAMN hard to get, and I want to enjoy it. I don't care about being cool or popular or a "socialite" and schmoozing with all the "who's who". Sure, I enjoy finally being able to be around other people who share my interests ( since where I’m from, there are VERY VERY few rockabilly lovers)…but all the headaches and crowds just weren’t worth it to me. I’m happy with getting to talk to you all online, and maybe see a few of you out to our Canadian Rockabilly festivals, The Hotrod Hootenanny in Niagra Falls Ontario, and the Red Hot and Blue in Montreal.
Sorry Viva…I know some of you had good intentions, and I wish I’d been able to see more of the acts that I’d paid for…but alas. Maybe I’ll give you another try next year , since a bunch more New Brunswickers want to attend. We shall see…
Day 4 recap coming soon!
xox


