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Eat, drink and merry be 0

Dear Bradshaw,

I’m writing you from fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada, the Entertainment Capital of the World, Sin City, i.e. an oasis of sorts in the middle of the desert. We’re staying in a suite at Bally’s. It’s a big room, almost as large as our apartment in Rome. We’ve been here since Monday and leave tomorrow and that’s enough for me. After all, I’ve been here about 55 times, literally.

At the moment, it’s 500 degrees outside and that’s why I’m inside writing and listening to The Girl From Ipanema by Stan Getz and Joao Gilberto. Nope. No wine. Not at the moment anyway. Not that it’s too early, even though it is, but that Francesca is downstairs getting a massage and I’m waiting for her to return so that we can pop open a bottle of champagne and celebrate our anniversary. Yes, today is our anniversary. We got married one year ago and I figure the least I can do is wait to drink with her.

In the meantime, Vegas is Vegas, and yet, Vegas is also Paris, Venice, New York and many other places. Here you can go almost everywhere without going anywhere, and you can get just about anything you need and/or don’t need. Giza is the only place that compares, I think, in the sense that the Egyptian pyramids were an innovation in architecture, as the hotels here are, too. Giza is in the middle of the desert. Vegas also. Giza was built by men with money. Likewise Vegas. There’s really nothing in the world like Giza. Or Vegas.

As I said, we arrived on Monday and yet it seems we got here eons ago, as if time has stopped ticking. Instead of forward it’s moving sideways now. Either that or we’re in a time warp. This is Vegas 2010, surely, I know that, but it seems more like Earth 12,800 or Milky Way 505,555,000 or Universe 300,302,001,002,099. Whatever it is, it is what it is.

Yesterday evening we went to the Monte Carlo and saw a magician (Lance Burton). He did all kinds of incredible things like sawing people into pieces, making doves appear out of thin air, and causing coins to fall out of a volunteer’s mouth. Curiously, the only thing he didn’t do was pull a rabbit out of a hat, which was the one thing I was hoping to see. Not that I like rabbits in particular, just that I’d have liked to see one pulled out of a hat.

Tonight we’re going to Cirque de Soleil at Treasure Island. The show is called Mystère and, coincidentally, we saw it four years ago, which was Francesca’s first time in Las Vegas. Being our favorite of four Cirques we’ve seen here since, we think it an appropriate way to spend the evening of our first anniversary.

Anyway, that’s it for now. Francesca has returned. She looks relaxed, well massaged, so I’m going to open the champagne and get down to the nitty gritty = celebrating one year of matrimony. Then, when that’s finished, well, there’s much more drinking to be done downstairs. So wish us well, Shaw. We’re on our way. Time to eat, drink and merry be!

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