This isn’t all the contents of the fridge, it took up the other side of the kitchen as well. 🤦🏻♀️
I wrote the other day that this fall weather we are having here in Vermont is making me want to fall clean and cook & bake lots of food.
God only knows why on earth I would tackle cleaning our fridge in the midst of Oktoberfest season.
It started innocent enough, I was only going to run the door shelves through the dishwasher. Then I felt like it was a waste to run it with hardly anything in it. That’s when I started unloading the whole thing and removing all the shelves and drawers. 😖
The dishwasher ran and finished before I even put a dent in cleaning. I keep a clean kitchen and clean as I go, but sometimes things get out of control like the fridge.
The good news was that I didn’t find any nasty science experiments hidden in the back or in any of the jars. That’s was good! I did find that the entire thing needed a good scrub…Krud Kutter to the rescue! This stuff is amazing and earth friendly. You can find Krud Kutter at your local hardware store. It’s NSF food safe approved and we use it in our production kitchen as well.
After everything was clean it was time to put back the shelves and drawers. Sam was in the kitchen while all the chaos was happening. I told him to watch how I was taking it apart because I may never be able to put it back again. Lol.
The way we had the shelves configured before the big cleaning project wasn’t very efficient. The fridge is big but we kept running out of space for things. Big things had to be put in our walk-in cooler if needed.
I went to images of Kitchen-Aid refrigerators like ours and looked at different configurations. I settled on one that looked way better than what we had before.
I did need Sam’s help a little…but putting it back was easy. Everything was sparkling clean! 🧼 ✨
The crazy OCD trait that runs through my veins went wild when it came time to put everything back in. Condiments went on the shelves on one side. Fermented and pickled things had its own spot. Miscellaneous glass jars had another spot on the doors. On the shelves inside there was an area for tall items, dairy, leftovers, jams & jellies, the top shelf was reserved for items I don’t use often but need like miso, beef and chicken bases, Thai curry ingredients, tubes of tomato & anchovy paste.
I stepped back and took a look…mission accomplished! Yay!! It took much longer than I thought it would; which always happens when I start a project. The time spent was well worth it.
Even the front looks brand new!
This afternoon I went grocery shopping after production and making deliveries. When I put everything away there was a place for everything! Even the crisper drawers are so organized that I had room for all the fruit and veggies I purchased.
I’m not sure why I felt it necessary to write about the great fridge clean-out. I guess I figured everyone has to clean their own refrigerators at one time or another so why not share mine. Seriously, the struggle is real and we all have to stick together. 😏
Yesterday, Marty and I had some deliveries to make in NY and decided to squeeze in a movie matinee, something we’ve never done before. I joked we were going to a weekday matinee like older people, and yes, we were the youngest ones in the movie theater.
We’ve been looking forward to seeing the movie Dear Evan Hansen. We love the music from the original Broadway, Tony award-winning show Dear Evan Hansen and are very familiar with the songs. I know most of the words to many of the songs since we listen to broadway music every Friday in the production kitchen.
We blew it back in 2018 when the broadway play Dear Evan Hansen was playing at Proctor’s Theater in Schenectady, NY. Not having seen the play, some of the songs weren’t that clear to me, but seeing them being acted out clarified a lot for me, just like when I finally could stream Hamilton.
Before seeing the film, I didn’t read any of the critics’ reviews; I wanted to form my own opinion. I watched the movie as a regular person and not with a critic’s eye.
The critics basically hated the movie for one reason or another. The critics all said that Platt was too old to be playing a high school student; he was 27 when filming and turned 28 the day it was released. Give me a fucking break, Mr. Critic! How many other older actors played high school or college freshmen in older films? Well, I’ll tell you…
Let’s start with the movie Grease. When filming began in June 1977, John Travolta was 23, Olivia Newton-John was 28, Stockard Channing was 33, Jeff Conaway was 26, Barry Pearl was 27, Michael Tucci was 31, Kelly Ward was 20, Didi Conn was 25; Jamie Donnelly was 30, and Annette Charles was 29.
How about Animal House? Kevin Bacon was the youngest college student at the age of 20; however, the rest of the cast ranged from 25-32 years old. John Belushi was a whopping 29 years old.
We can continue with Back to the Future, where Michael J Fox played a high school student at 24. Tom Hanks was 37 when he played all the ages of Forrest Gump, including Forrest’s younger years. Here’s another shocker Barbra Streisand was 41 years old when she acted in Yentl, a young high school Jewish girl. Ok, so you get my drift with the too old bullshit.
While Ben Platt won the Tony for his role as Evan Hansen, the critics couldn’t find anything nice about Ben Platt in the film. Wait! They did like his singing! He was meant to play the role for Pete’s sake.
As soon as the movie started, I could identify with Evan Hansen, a socially awkward high school senior troubled by anxiety and depression. I saw that look on his face. I knew that look, a look I’ve seen 100 times. I also recognized how he was hunched over, wanting the floor to swallow him up because he was uncomfortable in school and his own skin.
He was on meds and went to a therapist, which didn’t seem to be working. Another thing I know first hand.
I worked in middle & high school for 7 years as the school lunch director and lunch lady. Many people who worked at school turned up their noses at me for being “just a lunch lady.” They assumed they were smarter than me and knew the students better than I ever could. They were wrong. These kids trusted me and talked to me. They shared their ups and downs. Many times we were both crying or celebrating even a small victory.
My years as a lunch lady left me drained some days. I saw so many socially awkward kids, kids with no friends, made fun of, neglected, and enabled by the educational system. Kids truly felt comfortable enough to talk to me when they needed someone to listen to them, not judge or preach. They also knew as a mandated reporter that if they told me something terrible, I had to tell someone, which I only had to do twice in 7 years.
I saw that very look that Evan Hansen had in his eyes way too often. I saw the character Connor Murphy, the student who commits suicide, in a few troubled students. Students that would rather have bad attention than no attention at all. These “bad” kids had no friends either, like the socially awkward ones; instead of hiding in their shells, they acted out. They acted like assholes because it was the only way they knew how to act. Sigh…
It’s a sad movie with a sad ending but a story that needs to be told. I wished things turned out better for Evan but didn’t. I cried multiple times while watching the film. I left the theater in tears and had to get some toilet paper to wipe my eyes and nose with.
Even though the critics and other movie experts hated the film, I feel like it had the chance to address larger audiences as a movie instead of so many who couldn’t see the Broadway show in NYC. To raise teen suicide awareness. To show adults how painful high school is for some kids. Dear Evan Hansen was a true story written into a book, then a play, and finally a film.
We happened to like the film. In March, we have tickets to see the Broadway version of Dear Evan Hansen in March 2022 at Proctor’s Theater in Schenectady, NY. We aren’t going to blow it again this time. Proctor’s plays are as professional as Broadway, just without the tickets in the $200-500 ticket range. We did see a broadway show at Proctors back in 2019 that had the original Broadway cast; it was fantastic! I couldn’t see how it could have been any better, and we could afford to go!
I am not a movie critic, but I went to the show as a movie-goer who is a mother and lunch lady who saw this movie for what it was meant to be, not something to piss on as the critics did. I am sure they were technically correct with the problems they found in the film, but that’s what they are paid to do…not watch the movie with an open heart and mind, hoping it sends a strong message to its audiences.
Hey, listen…they say opinions are like assholes; everyone has one. This, my friends, is just my humble opinion.
Just the start of the falling leaves…just you wait.
Amazingly, in only one short, quick, week my mind has gone from summer to fall in a blink of an eye.
When we got back from Vegas, the weather was beautiful here in Vermont, so nice and warm that we actually swam twice in our new pool. I grilled a lot and wanted salads for lunch, yogurt for breakfast.
Suddenly, as the temps started falling along with the leaves, I started baking, braising, and cleaning. Just in the last two days, Sam and I made sweet potato Belgian waffles for Sunday breakfast. Yesterday, I made a batch of soft dinner rolls to go with a pot of beef stew. I grabbed a big bowl of pears from the walk-in fridge and whipped up a pear crisp. Right now, as I type, I am baking pumpkin chocolate chip bread. I also made a figgy cream cheese to spread on it for breakfast tomorrow.
Figgy cream cheese spread
How can a simple drop in temperature during the change in seasons makes me change everything I am doing and what I want to eat? The official holiday food season isn’t quite here yet, so I can’t blame my food shift and cravings on that.
Is it the bombardment of fall comfort foods and recipes that keep appearing on my newsfeeds? No, this has been happening to me long before social media or even cell phones & computers.
Some people experience hormonal changes during the seasons and even more so with sunlight exposure. These changes can impact levels of stress, appetite, and the ability to sleep. People sensitive to these changes could have cravings for sugary, energy-dense, comforting foods. I am highly sensitive to the sun and moon, along with other kinds of energy…so this makes sense now.
For some people, there are also changes in the food that is available seasonally. The price of food fluctuates with the seasons, sometimes dictating what we choose to buy and eat.
According to the University of Georgia:
“Colder weather can create biological changes that make us want to eat more. When the temperature drops, it’s natural that we want to crave foods that provide us warmth. Oftentimes, the food we choose in the winter months is higher in sugar and fats than we would otherwise consume.” Said Dr. Laing.
So cooler temperatures can have more than one effect on our cravings. Colder weather is a large factor in how we decide to fill our plates. Is it mother nature telling us to bulk up and get ready for wintertime hibernation?
The weather isn’t the only thing to blame, as winter also brings seasonal celebrations. We have an abundance of holidays, celebrations, traditions, and other events all centered around food. “These alone can impact our eating habits. These cravings are guided by our physiology and the environment around us.” Dr. Laing reported.
Ok…so the fall and winter months trigger biological changes that stimulate hunger and increase cravings. The biological changes also explain the need to tackle fall cleaning and organizing as a way of getting our caves ready for hibernation and hunkering down with a warm drink, a throw blanket, and a good book.
For me, my drinking is also affected by seasonal changes. My rum and tonics, crisp white wine or Malibu-based cocktails, turn into hot buttered rum, Bailey’s Irish cream, red wine, and bourbon. Drinks to warm the body as opposed to summery, ice-cold cocktails.
So I think that I am almost ready to finally say, “Au Revoir” to my petunias and get out Mr. Scarecrow. I see some mums and pumpkins in the very near future. Fuck, the next thing I’ll be doing is untangling our front porch Christmas lights! 🤦🏻♀️
I went to the grocery store this afternoon after making deliveries and got to the paper towel and toilet paper aisle. Sigh…
What was worse was the meat counter and how expensive the price of meat is. Everything is slowly going up in prices, but meat prices are out of control. I have readers on the west coast and wonder if it’s like this there too?
Before I got to the supermarket, I was leaving my weekend meals up in the air to make whatever I could find; good thing too! Holy shit! The meatball mix that I get in Aldi for $6 was $10.99 in a normal supermarket. Swedish meatballs got scratched off my maybe list fast.
After looking around at all my choices, I went with a large package of assorted pork-chops for $4.32 and a large chuck roast for $15.00 bucks. That was the least expensive piece of beef that I felt was a fair price. I plan on making a big pot of beef stew on Sunday, so we will have lots of leftovers.
I also visited our local library this afternoon; I haven’t set foot in a library for years! I used to love to read and getting lost in stories, but I didn’t have the concentration for reading when the boys were young. Then I worked two jobs and had no time. Then my mother had her stroke…the reasons are many. I’ve missed reading so much; it’s time to add it back to my journey.
Since I am adding reading back into my life I’ve decided to start small with fiction novels having different culinary themes. I’ll go from there; I want light, easy reading. Perhaps I will be inspired by new dishes to try making as well.
Social media became my reading so to speak. It was something that I enjoyed in the beginning catching up with old classmates and friends. It was easy to “read” anywhere on my phone.
For the last couple of years, I’ve been using social media more and more only for our business, cooking, recipes and my blog. Basically, I just scroll through my newsfeed quickly and sometimes share stupid memes that make me laugh.
Lately, my phone lets me know that my usage is way down, which also means my anxiety is down as well. Thank goodness! Getting anxiety & panic attacks and having psoriasis rear it’s ugly head after being dormant for over 40 years is my indication that I need to stop looking at my fucking phone so much. I can’t control the news or negativity on FB, but I can control whether I am on it or not.
Tonight’s meal looks better shown separately, it’s all the same color on the plate which doesn’t look pleasing.
Tonight, I made homemade shake-&-bake style pork-chops with maple glazed sweet potatoes and stuffing. “Stuffing? I’m staying!” Remember that commercial? I can never say the words pork-chops without thinking about the Brady Bunch episode where Peter Brady said, “ Pork-chops and applesauce; sounds swell.” 🤣
Besides dinner, I also made Klaus a batch of his doggie meatballs and mini pear tartlets with pears from our pear trees. I was in a total cooking mood when I got home; everyone benefits when this happens.
Pear tartlet
We are back at the Troy Farmers Market tomorrow and we’re invited to have dinner at our friend Martin’s house; I’m looking forward to both…just not getting up at 4:30 am again. Happy Friday!
I am still adding color to my once black-only wardrobe. I have always had a hard time finding pieces of clothing that I like at stores in the mall; hence my love of thrift shops.
Whether it’s finding one of a kind pieces or picking up shirts for the production kitchen, thrift stores have it all and then some!
Yesterday, I hit it big, I was shopping for t-shirts for work. I was expecting to find junky, pilled shirts to wear in the kitchen, but instead I found practically new ones in a rainbow of colors. I can still wear them in the kitchen even if they are nice; I wear an apron over my clothing.
For less than $20 bucks I picked up 5 “new” t-shirts, 2 pj tops and a hand hammered copper pitcher. Not too shabby if I do say do myself!
I thought I had no problem adjusting to the 3 hour time change that took place each way over 4 nights.
I was wrong! I’ve been dragging my ass around going from production to doing projects; basically just trying to get caught up with everything. Winter is coming!
Little things have helped to keep my ass in gear like today when we were out in NY making deliveries after production; Marty suggested we stop for an ice cream cone. Sure, what the hell!
I am not a huge ice cream person so I got a small ice cream on a gluten free cone while Marty got a medium. His cone had 7 swirls of ice cream on a gf cone; it only costed $3.25! After Vegas prices, or any prices these these days, that’s was a refreshing change! Mine cost $2.50 for 5 swirls…I only ate half, next time I’ll get the baby $2 cone.
Another thing that gave me a lift was a bouquet of flowers Sam got for me as a welcome back surprise. This morning, I was looking at my tiny Eiffel Tower vase that I got a thrift store this summer and realized it’s never had flowers in it. I knew the 3 little orange roses in the bouquet would be perfect. I love how it case a shadow on our bedroom wall. It reminds me of the roses in Beauty & the Beast.
Tomorrow evening I go back to dancing with Kathleen; then teaching belly dance classes. I haven’t danced in two weeks so I am looking forward to it. I better rest up after production or I’ll have my ass handed to me after 3 hours of dancing.
Right now, I am sitting on our front porch, having a double dirty vodka martini on the rocks. The weather today was stellar ! A perfect day actually; blue skies and sunny. 73 degrees with no humidity!
Sadly, I finally got rid of my petunias in the flower pots, but the hanging petunias are still hanging in there; since May! I don’t have the heart to get rid of them; just yet. My favorite time of the year is over, but fall comes in as my second favorite; as if right on cue as the leaves are changing and falling to the ground. I love it when you are quiet, you can hear them hit the ground.
Have a great night guys, it’s going to be great sleeping weather again with the windows open; now that we took out the air conditioner…that was just one of yesterday’s projects.
It’s Sunday morning and as soon as we finished up our coffees we were back in production. While we were away the phone rang non-stop with spätzle orders.
Coming home to an order filled white board with new orders is a God-sent. Coming home to a hamper piled high with dirty laundry not so much. Lol!
Day 4…After our crazy night in Fremont, we decided to make Thursday a relaxing day. We had to suck it up and spend $50 on breakfast again since there isn’t anything gluten-free anywhere close to the hotel.
We spent the day at the pool and went for a quick, delicious, cheap lunch at In & Out Burger. It’s a burger and shakes chain only on the West coast. We’ve been wanted to try it since we’ve seen it many times on food tv shows. The hype is real; they are better than 5 Guys, who have the same concept.
Why is In & Out better, and why won’t they come to the East Coast? You won’t find an In & Out Burger anywhere east of Texas since they are adamant about using fresh beef raised for them specifically; they won’t compromise quality by shipping it across the country. Boom, that’s it, sad but true.
Why is it better? Please don’t get me wrong, 5 Guys is delicious, but what makes In & Out better is the delicious spread they add to their burgers. Their spread and going “animal style” used to be on a secret menu, but the word is out, so now everyone can order what the cool LA kids get.
Ok…I came straight from the pool. Their trays have high sides to hold the burgers upright.
We ordered off the now-famous secret menu; Double, Double, Cheese, Animal Style, Protein Style with Cheese Fries. Deliciousness; a perfect double cheeseburger with finely chopped grilled onions, spread, tomatoes wrapped in a lettuce wrap. The fries were kickass as well, costing half the price of 5 guys.
A nap and more pool time all afternoon made for a relaxing day. I was looking forward to the evening; we saved the Paris Hotel & dinner at a French bistro called Mon Ami Gabi; they are extremely gluten-free friendly which was a refreshing change from the rest of the places on the strip.
Paris is my dream place that I haven’t been to yet, so this was a must-go-to place for me to visit. We made a reservation and got to sit on the patio, which is directly across the street from the Bellagio Hotel’s fountain show.
We started with an order of escargot and a bottle of French Rośe champagne. I’ve never had escargot before, and it turns out; they were delicious. The restaurant is very serious about their gluten-free customers mark serving every dish with wooden toothpicks that read “Allergy,” to be sure.
Gluten-free bread with maître d’ butter, which we dipped into our escargot.
We were on the fence about ordering the raw oysters that all the other tables were ordering. We’ve had Oysters Rockefeller before, which are cooked, but never raw, live ones. I’ve watched people eat them a million times and watched how much they love them.
I asked the waiter about the raw oysters and told him I never had one before; therefore, I didn’t want to order the 1/2 dozen on the menu. He asked the chef if he could send 1 oyster out to taste, helping make up my mind about ordering.
My one raw oyster came for me to try. It was plain; it didn’t have a mignonette. I tipped my head back as they do on tv. I started to chew it like you are supposed to do. I tried not to think about the fact that the oyster was raw.
I had to swallow it; it was hard to do. I would not spit it out, so finally, I got it down. The waiter asked how I liked it, and I told him it wasn’t something for me, but thanks for letting me experience it and to thank the chef for me.
Our meal was leisurely and slow, like how the French eat to savor their food. I ordered a classic; French Roasted Chicken with Pomme Purée topped with Sautéed Mushrooms and Pearl Onions.
Mmmmm!
Marty went with Steak Frite; Filet Mignon with Au Poivre Sauce and Hand-cut Fries. The fries were short so that they could be eaten easily with a knife and fork. Apparently, the French don’t pick up long fries and dip them in ketchup at a formal meal.
My chicken was juicy and had a delicious herb flavor. Marty’s filet was cooked perfectly, and the sauce was fantastic. He loved the fries; he said the more you ate, the more you wanted.
Wow is all I can say!
We finished our French meal with Chocolate Mousse and Cream Brûlée, both of which were to die for. It was a great experience with the bistro situated next to the replica of the Eiffel Tower, which is as close to Paris as I will get for now.
The Eiffel Tower was directly in front of the Paris Hotel. I took a selfie of us and another photo kissing Marty standing under the Eiffel Tower as I have dreamed of doing for decades.
We went into the Paris hotel, and like all the other hotels, you walk right into the open casinos and clouds of cigarette smoke. We haven’t seen or smelt so much cigarette smoke in years. It was weird and disgusting even though I was a big smoker only a few decades ago; I quit back in 1993. We were actually shocked at how many people still smoke; I am not judging anyone, to each his own; we don’t see it here so much in VT; not much happens here in VT, come to think of it! 😂
We found the part of the hotel that looked like Paris Streets. Everything looked beautiful from afar; then, when you get up close, paint is chipped, wood scraped, and the bathrooms are not as clean as they should be. This is true of all the other hotels we went into.
Where is maintenance?
While we walked through our hotel, The Venetian, I kept pointing to Marty to look at the bottom of the white moldings, not a mark on them anywhere. I did a clean glove test in random spots to see if things were dusty; every surface passed the test.
After dinner and touring “Paris,” we headed back to our hotel and sat in the living room of our suite, looking out the huge window at all the lights. We were in bed early since we needed to be up and checkout to catch our morning flight.
The beds in our room were very comfortable; as comfortable as our sleep number bed, that is amazing. The pillows weren’t too hard or too soft. The sheets were silky and soft. I loved the closet as well; the light went on whenever you opened the door.
My favorite part of our suite for me was the bathroom! I picked up a couple of bath bombs at a fancy-schmancy soap and bath place in the hotel. The salesman tried to sell me a shit load of them, but I only wanted two, thank you very much.
I took two luxurious baths that were like soaking in heaven. The stand-up shower had hot water immediately when you turned it on and had perfect water pressure. There was a separate water closet for the toilet, which was very nice. Finally, there was a marble make-up vanity that I loved using; I am a girlie girl when it comes to stuff like this.
Our suite was a little less than $200 a night. Our taxi driver on the way to the airport told us that pre-covid, our suite sometimes went as high as between $1500-$1800 a night.
We may never be able to afford to stay at a five-star resort again, so we enjoyed and appreciated it very much. Vegas was different! Sin City is the perfect name for it; besides committing murder or stealing, everything else goes!
Day 3…We spent yesterday at a different pool, one that was in the sun. We got there early and claimed good chaise lounges. The sunshine felt great and the pool was nice.
We came to this resort for the sun and pools; we also came to swim. We are the only people at both pool decks that actually swim.
No one swims! I don’t give a rats ass if no one else swims or not, we do. Being at the pools here at the resort is like swimming through a sea of thongs, fake boobies and false eyelashes. Most women have so much make up on and their bathing suits have never gotten wet. If this is the way the rich people live, they can keep it.
At the pool we discussed getting out of dodge for the late afternoon and evening. Here’s the most shocking thing that I didn’t expect on the Vegas strip, it’s not gluten-free friendly at all.
Here’s what I expected…to be able to get a gf muffin for breakfast. There is no gluten free pastries or simple breakfast food at our resort. We did go to the only place that is open 24 hours a day, and while we had a delicious breakfast without any bread products, it cost $50 bucks for eggs pretty much. Everything is so expensive.
The other thing I expected was to get a salad or something simple for lunch. Nope! No one has gf salad dressing or gf sandwiches in the hotel.
I expected the people who work in all the restaurants to have some dietary restrictions knowledge, everyone we asked about gf options looked at us like we have three heads. You get the point. To find food we have to leave the resort and walk around in circles starving, looking for food safe to eat.
On the Deuce.
All that being said we decided to try the Fremont section of Vegas. We hopped on the Deuce which is a double decker public transportation that the locals take. The Deuce is clean, air conditioned and have police ride the bus making people have their masks pulled up over their noses; they remove people from the bus who don’t comply.
Some of eateries in Fremont had plenty of gluten free food clearly marked on menus or the wait staff was informed about what was gf or not. Even the small dive joints had gf options.
We had our dinner at one of the original hotel casinos, The 4 Queens which is old school Vegas; the Golden Nugget is still there and packed. There is nothing fancy for rich people in old Vegas and they would hate it; we loved it, of course.
Our dinner at the 4 Queens was such a delicious find after being in a food desert on the strip. The place we ate at has been there since 1966, the year I was born. They are famous for their 21 hour slow roasted prime rib, a garden salad, baked potato and fresh veggies for $20 bucks.
Our meal was so delicious it was ridiculous! It was old school with good service. They weren’t too old school though since they had gf bread as an option and the waiter knew we could have everything but the au jus.
Look carefully at the pink ceiling, you can see the zip liners.
Fremont is hip and funky and the feeling is more relaxed than on the strip. There is a zip line that runs the length of Fremont street. Every 5 minutes 4 new zip lines fly through the air, some screaming.
It didn’t come without a cast of characters though. Street performers can basically do anything they want as long as they stay in drawn circles scattered around the floor.
Performers isn’t really the right word to describe who was standing in those circles, it was freaks; wacked out people on drugs with signs that read “I’m hungry” signs. “ I need money for drugs and hoes” or they were naked, not complete frontal nudity, but pretty close.
There were people making crosses out of palms like on Palm Sunday, people with political statements etc. it was highly entertaining to say the least. Amongst the crowd were more meth/crack heads, but at least they didn’t have scabs everywhere like the ones on the strip.
Because of all the bums and crackheads there is no where to sit down to enjoy the real entertainment like people zip lining through the modern high tech open air Fremont street. Live music was beginning at 8 pm; luckily we found a bar with front row seats to the live music stage. The catch was a two drink minimum for each of us. Our 4 drinks together cost the same price as one drink at the pool…$28 bucks. 4 drinks for the price of one!
The band called Alter Ego came out and these guys were fantastic. I mean really, really good. They played covers and crushed every song; they were professional performers with great stage presence getting the crowd involved.
We met a nice couple from North Carolina and hung out with them singing along to all the songs. We also watched the meth/crack heads tweak out in the crowd and buy more drugs right in front of us from a young girl who could pass as a college student with a backpack; you wouldn’t think in a million years that she was their dealer. I wanted to beat her with a baseball bat after I saw her exchange drugs for money 2 feet in front of me.
After the bands 3 sets, we set out to look for the Deuce to go back to our hotel. At night it was jam packed and almost as entertaining as the band. We rolled in at 1 am exhausted.
It was the most fun we’ve had so far in Vegas and have plenty of funny stories to tell our boys and friends when we get back.
Day 2…Yesterday morning we hit the pool around 9:30 am; all the good chairs at the Venetian pool deck were taken. We found chairs in an area that was pretty much empty.
The pool and the chairs we chose were in the shade of the hotel for the day which turned out to be a good thing for our first day at the pool.
Even though it was 99 degrees, it was cool. It was weird. We’ve heard that the dry heat is manageable; not in the sunshine mind you, but the shade is comfortable.
We spent most of the day relaxing at the pool people watching. The pool has cabanas to rent for a mere $2,000 and up a day. They were all filled, mostly with people in their late 20s & 30s. The cabanas are 788 sq feet, air conditioned with 75” tv, private bathroom and a personal cabana person. Drinks included but not food.
The one thing that we couldn’t get over was that everyone was drinking all day long, for hours. We are out of practice and just brought bottled waters with us. I felt extremely dehydrated in the morning from flying and not drinking enough water the day before because I didn’t know how often I’d be able to pee. Sorry…TMI but true.
The day drinking took place with people standing up in the 3.5 foot pools…in the scalding sunshine. I really don’t know how they did it without falling over or being fried to a crisp.
Even in the food court area of the hotel and casinos everyone young and old were day drinking. Cocktails are available even at fast-food counter-only places. Again, young and very old people. All day. It’s 5 o’clock everywhere in Vegas after all.
After lunch, we got ready to explore the strip again. This time instead of walking we got tickets to the monorail. After we found the actual monorail station we hopped on and headed towards the MGM Grand Hotel.
I wanted to visit the MGM Grand & New York New York hotels. MGM grand I knew right off the bat wasn’t nearly as nice as our hotel just by the restrooms; always a tell tale sign for me.
The paint at bottom of the moldings were covered in black scrapes and chipped. The sink areas didn’t compare and many toilets had massive amounts of tp not flushed. See? Bathroom and kitchen cleanliness speak volumes.
The hotel had some amazing celebrity chef owned restaurants, but that was about it. We high-tailed it out of there.
I wanted to love the New York New York Hotel but we immediately came in contact with very obnoxious, loud, drunk younger people. Basically, they were fucking assholes; not in a good “real” NYC way if that’s what they were trying for. Total douche bags.
The area of the hotel that was done to look like NYC was pretty cool, but not nearly as realistic or well done like Venice in our hotel. The rest of the place was meh.
We walked the strip heading back down and this time encountered hookers galore, and meth/crack heads. Working in NYC, I saw my share of bums and druggies, but these people were covered in scabs from head to toe; plus they were skin and bones skeletons It made me very sad that this was the choice they made, I thought about it a lot last night and their family’s. How heartbreaking these situations are.
Next up, I found where everyone was getting the weed I kept smelling…almost strong enough to get high myself from the second hand smoke. They have marijuana shops on every corner, I didn’t notice them the night before since everything was so overwhelming. My absolute favorite was the place call Ref Vegas with a wacky, waving, inflatable tube guy in front of the place. Lol!
Scooters
You know the scooters disabled people drive around the grocery store? Well you can rent them to cruise the strip; on the crowded sidewalks no less. Drunk off your ass; while smoking a doobie. This was our favorite site last night. A group of four guys were having the time of their lives while blasting down the strip drinking beers and smoking dope.
On our way we both dodged a messed up guy, on who knows what; bleeding profusely from his head, blood was dripping down his whole face. Our quick moving street smarts saw it coming and we literally split in two and he staggered cursing between us. You can’t take street smarts out of people. Another sad site.
Gordon Ramsey’s Fish and Chip Shop was across the street from Virgil’s. No gluten fish and chips.
We were almost back to our hotel; starving and tired. We ate at a delicious place called Virgil’s Real BBQ. They were one of the few places that had gluten-free options clearly listed on their menu, so it felt safe to eat there. OMG, we are so glad that we did! We both had the grilled bbq brisket sandwich with melted cheddar cheese and caramelized onions. A couple of freezing cold margaritas with potato salad and cole slaw made for a delicious meal. The staff were extremely friendly and the service was good. Done and done. ✔️✔️
We ate outside at Virgil’s…it was indeed dinner and a show with all the fucked up, inebriated tourists walking by. We took the rest of our drinks with us and finished them back in our room with the lights turned down looking at the amazing view and lights. We lost track of the amount of sight seeing helicopters going by our window.
Another day in Sin City and I haven’t even mentioned the gamblers and chain smokers yet. 😂
