Monday, October 31, 2016

Can't Blame Garmin Either

    Happy Halloween.  As my wife and I are huge fans of Tim Horton’s coffee, check out the yard display I concocted for this year.




   We missed our Tim Horton coffee on an extended jaunt out west this past month.  What was scarier than not having our favorite brew was a jeep tour we took near Moab in Utah.  Though I thought I was booking just a romantic sunset jeep ride, it turned out to be on a trail called “Hell’s Revenge.”  My wife Wendy would vouch for it being an appropriate name since she crippled her knee on the ride.

     But trooper that she is, she soldiered on since we still had over a week’s worth of itinerary to complete on this self-planned adventure.  Our last stop was Las Vegas and I literally dropped her right at the front door of the Bellagio so she wouldn’t have to hoof it from the parking lot.

     Good thing.

     After I self-parked in the covered multi-level structure, I looked for a way out.  I found one stairway that dead-ended at the bottom.  Went back up and saw a door that led outside, so I took it.  But it took me to a busy service drive with lots of vehicles speeding to and fro but few people.  I did spot a few folks heading towards a door to a large building across the service drive so I hurried over to join them.

     When we entered, I saw a couple people flash their identification badge.  Oh oh, could be an employee’s entrance.  Still, I figured my age and demeanor would get me past the security guard.    And I was right.  He didn’t challenge me.  But then all the people I followed in boarded an elevator.  Uh, this is where we part, I thought.

     So I wandered the back hallways of this building until I heard bells and loud voices.  The casino, yes!  All resort hotels in Las Vegas have one.  Almost there.  So I exited the employee area into the casino, then the resort and finally moved swiftly to find the front door where I’d left my wife.  I found the check-in area.  But no front door.  When I asked for help, I was directed to this underground drop-off zone where cabs and people with suitcases were darting about.  But this wasn’t where I’d dropped off Wendy.

     Again, I asked for assistance and was directed back the way I came.  Somebody pointed me to the check-in desk.  I saw people sitting near there but my wife was not among them.  I ascended some stairs and wandered around fruitlessly.  Back down the stairs, I went again to that underground parking garage.  Again, I asked for assistance.  This time a valet must have guessed what was wrong.

     “What hotel front desk are you looking for?”

     “The Bellagio,” I said.

     “This is the Cosmopolitan,” he responded, and he directed me to the Bellagio, which somehow took another block of walking to get to.  Thankfully my wife had found herself a place to sit and rest while I wandered aimlessly for close to an hour.

      And, as it turns out, had I turned the right way when I’d first parked my vehicle and exited my vehicle, it was a very short walk to where my wife was sitting.  In fact, it would have been a shorter walk from the parking structure (had I done it correctly) than it was from the front door where I’d dropped her off.


     After stressful events like that, I need another vacation.  This time at some place I know.

7 Comments:

Blogger Carine Nadel said...

yet another reason for me to never want to visit Vegas again. How is Wendy's knee????

9:49 AM  
Blogger Lee said...

Oh! Boy! That would've been very stressful! How frustrating! I would've been an anxiety-filled wreck!!!

Stay home, Dave! You'd need something stronger than coffee after that adventure!! lol

1:54 AM  
Blogger Big Dave T said...

CARINE--I didn't realize that Vegas was SO expensive even if you don't gamble. Wendy's knee was okay when she began a regimen of steroids prescribed by her doctor. She's awaiting the result of an MRI done a week ago.

LEE--That was the most stressful event of this trip. Had no idea I was in the wrong hotel after I came out of that parking structure. Would have had a drink but a bottle of beer cost $9 and a small cocktail $20. The beverages in our mini-bar in our room were even more expensive.

10:21 AM  
Blogger CAROLDEE said...

HI Long time no visit here.. Glad to see you are still blogging some. Where did you get the coffin..did you make it>?
You really went all out!! As for Vegas.. could not pay me to go there.. too much just too much. I prefer the OCEAN and it's seaside calmness. Anyway..hope her knee will be okay. It's HECK getting older.. for sure.. Getting Medicare this year. Where did the time go>?
Take care both of you...
:-)

10:29 AM  
Blogger Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

I hope this finds you and yours doing well. May we display your header on our new site directory? As it is now, the site title (linked back to its home page) is listed, and we think displaying the header will attract more attention. In any event, we hope you will come by and see what is going on at SiteHoundSniffs.com.

10:00 PM  
Blogger Big Dave T said...

CAROLDEE--Thanks for your kind words. There are two coffins in that picture. The black one in front my son picked out for me about 10 years ago. It had been left at the side of the road for trash pick-up at a home that was a haunted house on Halloween. The larger coffin behind I bought up north.

JERRY--I'm not as technically astute now on the ins and outs of linking blogs, as if I ever were, but sure if you can find a way to link my blog, go for it. I'll try to do the same to your blog.

5:04 PM  
Blogger Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Thank you so very much for giving permission. You can see your linked header under All, Daily Life and the United States. If you could say something (preferably good) about SiteHoundSniffs.com here and there, I would greatly appreciate it.

6:24 PM  

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