Vegas, Baby

So in my last piece I told y'all I had a funny little story about my husband & his fear of heights. Maybe it's only funny to me, because I have no fear of heights. I have a little fear of falling, but not of being up high. It's a different entity. 

We went to Vegas for our anniversary. I wanted to go to the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower. I'd done it once during the day on a previous trip & was interested in seeing it at night. He agreed & we scouted through our coupon book & to find our 2-for-1 for the Eiffel Tower Experience. We headed over to the Paris & waited in line. As we entered the elevator, I saw this sign & it made me chuckle.

We take our souvenir photo & they took it 3 times! We were steaming up the camera or something. Every one was foggy or blurred, or maybe that was just us. We take the next elevator up to the observation deck & I go right out to outside, jockeying for a place to see out, to view the Vegas strip. I'm wiggling around trying to get a photo without the 'cage' safety mesh in the shot. Never did manage one. I check one side, then another. I watch the Bellagio fountains from a new perspective. The music was faintly carried up here & there, dependent on the breeze, but it was still a beautiful chorus. "Isn't that amazing?!" I say to my husband with excitement. He answers, "Uh-hmm."

Bellagio fountains (& cage)

I go to another vantage point. "I wonder what they're building there."

He lightly taps my hand, "Are you almost ready?"

The Cosmopolitan scheduled to open December, 2010

"Sure, I just want to get one of our hotel & see what else I can see." He answers okay, but something in his voice made me pause. I looked at him, really looked at him. He was pressed against the wall next to the elevator trying not to see anything, sort of pale. "Are you okay?"


"I'm just really ready to go down now."


"I don't get it, you're on solid footing. You're in a cage. You can't fall off."

view of the Strip with Ceasar's, Harrah's, Mirage, Venetian...

"I don't get it either, but I need to go, soon."



Then we get in line for the next elevator down. He has relief on his face & I feel antsy. I hate being packed in like a sardine with strangers.




So now when we do our dreaming of the some days & the one days & the if we ever get to go tos... I know if we ever get to go to the real Paris in France & I want to see the view from the actual Eiffel Tower, I'm on my own. If he couldn't take the 1/2 scale model in Vegas, he surely won't tolerate the full scale of the original. But I dream of someday.... I mean, if a copy is this beautiful...how grand is the original?

The Eiffel Tower at the Paris Hotel & Casino

I know that what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas, but it's an innocent little story in the end.