tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62610839216719848142024-02-20T09:34:00.975+11:00Grumpy Young GalI Verbalise Thoughts That Others Don't/Won't/Can'tGrumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-78105649804317489762011-08-14T12:43:00.001+10:002012-05-22T10:37:48.599+10:00Festival (W)Rap Up<div>I don't do a wrap up of every festival but this one is screaming for attention so I must oblige.<br /><br />This year see MIFF turn 60 years old and my 11th working in the box office. MIFF decided they would do interviews, show exhibits and various other things relating to their life for showing at the festival and archives. I read in my Widescreen newsletter that they were looking for people who could contribute stories or anything they thought worthy enough to share and go into the historical vault. I wasted no time in emailing a brief note about my unwavering loyalty and dedication which included many stories, funny and dramatic. I recevied a reply and my name was passed on to Yum Productions who were producing the interviews.<br /><br />I got a call from Erin and we met for a pre-camera interview. It was terrific and I was having a great time relating all my stories and opinions. I talked about the ticketing systems, the punters, members, the old venues, going to the opening parties, not going to the opening parties and the revolution (that's a bit exaggerated, just a bit) I caused one year because of it, fainting in the cinema and my desperate but hopeless attempt to ask Cameron Crowe a question in the Q & A for Wonder Boys. We could have talked for hours but there was another interviewee to be met.<br /><br />A couple of months later we met up again, this time at Federation Square, for a ride on the ferris wheel. You should note that this was during the Comedy Festival so the wheel was not the usual giant and slow one that is there all the time but the small and very FAST one that sets up only for the festival. We only had about 20 minutes of tape so I was conscious of trying to be articulate and interesting and not waste time. I think this backfired on me because I kept saying "definitely" and it was very annoying. There was so much to talk about in a short space of time. I felt like such a goofy and was paranoid as to how I would come across. There was no need to worry as in the end I was might happy with it and there was not one word resembling "definitely"!<br /><br />Here it is for you all to see:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wmud6Zbnf8c">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wmud6Zbnf8c</a><br /><br />So onto the rest of the team! Last year saw 3 new managers come on board and a bunch of new staff. Most of the crew returned this year bringing a few more newbies with them. As soon as the final roster came out the emails started flying with shift swaps and giveaways galore. I wondered if there was going to be anyone working at all!<br /><br />I couldn't wait to get my hands on a program to study up and plan my next couple of weeks. No social activities are planned outside of the festival. This is a long time rule and the few times I tried to break it resulted in too much angst. My first pre-festival shift was on the phones with Fernando and we were straight into discussing which movies we would be seeing. Ronit thought we were just like David and Margaret. I couldn't commit to any film just yet though as I had to sit through a hell of a lot of trailers to make sure of my choices. It took me hours of viewing and I was damn sick of it at the end but I am glad I did it.<br /><br />Let's skip the rest of the pre-fest stuff as not much goes on. Opening night came and went without us and I am still carrying the scar from being cut off from this B grade celebrity laden, free booze, not enough canapes event a few years back. The choice of film was dubious and held little appeal for most people it seemed but again it didn't matter as we didn't see it.<br /><br />As the days roll on and we re-unite with old friends we come to realise that booking online has really taken over this year and we resort to playing multiple games of solitaire and pinball. Hours go by, the box office door squeaks and SQUEAKS, bangs and BANGS. My boredom threshhold peaks early and my temper starts to fray. Through it all my humour is never far away and I can always rely on my witty sarcasm to get me cracking again.<br /><br />My mini pass is full and I start to swap and cancel films as fatigue takes over or my intitial ideas of what a film will be like turn to realisations that I am not keen on the story at all. I discover my pass is a mutant and I have booked an evening session that is counted as a day session. Then I get 14 spaces when I should only have 13. WIN WIN! (good name for a film) Except that when I start making all those changes I lose the extra session. Weirdest of all is the booking I made for The Future. I cancelled it. It reappeared. I cancelled it again. It re-reappeared. I cancelled it. It re-re-reappeared. I DO NOT want to see this film. I had witnesses so I showed Molly who was equally baffled. Nothing came of it in the end.<br /><br />One of my favourite loony shifts was with James on the phones. James W gave us a long list of how to say hello in various languages. Being the natural entertainers that we are we set about greeting every caller in Malaysian, Japanese, Guatemalan, Inuit and Pirate. Pirate you say? Yes! Gladly I handed that one to James and he relished the opportunity to get his Captain Hook on. The call went something like this:<br /><br />James: Aarrgh! Welcome to the Film Festival, how may I help you?<br />Caller: I'd like tickets to The Yellow Sea.<br />James: Oh to be sure, that be a fine fillum there. Ah har, The Yellow Sea, she's a mighty challenge.</div><div><br />I made some of that dialogue up but you get the drift.....oh nice pun! We were in stitches and then Andi suggested we throw in a song lyric. Well, the first one that came to mind was "my heart will go on" and it worked a treat:<br /><br />Tracey: I'm sorry, that film is booked out.<br />Caller: Oh no, I was supposed to book it ages ago. My friends will be mad at me. Oh I can't believe it.<br />Tracey: Never mind, my heart will go on.<br /><br />The night kept on in this manner with James outdoing himself by quoting Cat Stevens and Britney Spears..but not in the same call. I hadn't had this much fun on the phones since my first MIFF when I answered the phone as HANK!<br /><br />The box office didn't miss out on such frivolous entertainment. There were times when we wouldn't see a customer for a while so when someone came in just to get a program we ambushed them asking "Don't you want to stay and chat?" They would take pity on us and stay a few moments as we bombarded them with questions just to kill some time instead of each other. Other times we discussed our regulars such as Camoflauge Man who dressed in Army gear EVERY day. He was clearly not in the Army as he had a beard and was not in tip top shape. There was Mary, a lady of about 70 who would come in every day with some convoluted problem and make it worse. A stand out incident was with Jo who was the unfortunate staffer to be dealing with the 2 blonde ladies who also came in every day with their exchanges and mixed up thoughts. This particular day they asked for tickets to the Indonesian film.<br /><br />Jo: Which film is that?<br />Ladies: The Indonesian one.<br />Jo: Do you know the name of it?<br />Ladies: It's Indonesian.<br />Jo: Today at 11am? Are you sure? What's it about?<br />Ladies: INDONESIA!<br />Tracey: Is it definitely in the festival?<br />Ladies: Yes of course it is. It's Indonesian!<br /><br />I seriously wanted to slap the pair of them out of the box office and into oncoming cars.<br /><br />Fernando is our resident rapper and it iddn't take me long to join in. Anyone who works with me knows how disruptive I can be with my antics and sarcasm. One day we were there with Dan and Shaun making music? in the box office. Dan designed the album cover of our debut LP, "Get Yo Tickets Here, Bitch! We were hilarious! I have included a copy of our hit song below.<br /><br />Moving on, we come to the closing party. It was held in the Atrium at Federation Square, an open space that is basically a corridor of shops. So inviting! We eventually all met up and danced the night away sipping on free alcohol and chasing waiters with trays of canapes. The canapes were not exactly mouth watering and the first one I saw was frittata - poor man's quiche.<br /><br />The music cranked up wtih Andrew McClelland at the helm and he could do no wrong. I am still blessing the rains down in Africa. I love it when we dance in a giant group like maniacs, maniacs on the floor, dancing like we've never danced before. The night went on and the champagne dried up so I had a couple of white wines. I must have had about 2 bottles of champagne so I really didn't need to keep going but one needs to keep up one's fluids....<br /><br />We eventually got kicked out at 3am and there was discussion about going to The Peel in Collingwood. I can't remember what the hell was going on but no one could decide on anything and people were getting in and out of the one taxi we had. At least I think that's what was happening. Anyway Lucy, Mel and I headed off to get some food and this is where is gets seriously blurry. Lucy disappeared. There were phone calls. Were there? I don't know, maybe but we found each other in the end and shared a cab home. My feet were in agony, I could barely walk. I lost my gloves.<br /><br />At 8.30am my alarm goes. Oh, oh no this can't be happening. I shower and get ready to leave but at 9.15 I decide to lay down. I have to. At 9.30am I get up again and Lucy rings because she has arrived at work and no one is there. She goes off to buy coffee and muffins. My first stop is the shop to buy a Powerade, it's all I can think about. I amble in to the Forum 15 minutes late, announce my arrival and advise I will be in the bathroom if you start to wonder where I have gone. We all feel the same sickness.<br /><br />The morning drags on as the customers come in for the 11am screening. I can't be bothered, I have no bother left in me at all so I gather all the lost property scarves and jackets and make a little cubby house under my desk. I'm so hidden that Molly and Ronit ask where I am as the others point at me.<br /><br />I have drawn the short straw and am working all day whereas everyone else is only doing half shifts. What happened there? I sulk about it all day as the others laugh it off waving their goodbyes. 5pm comes, not soon enough and James says I can go early. I am so grateful that I am in the counting room signing my balance sheet and putting on my coat by 5.05pm. I am Cyclone Tracey, get out of my, I'm going home.<br /><br />Monday is my tradituional day off after the festival but I haven't organised it and I am not happy. I message my clients and ask if I can have the day off. My head is aching and I can barely move. I don't even go to tap class. The same thing happens on Tuesday. What a mess I am. Of course it was all worth it. I have some fabulous new friends, saw 16 films, made people laugh and look forward to the next festival wherever and whenever that may be. (Melbourne Arts Festival)<br /><br />I will leave you with the official box office theme song....the flow changes but just go with it....<br /><br />Get Yo Tickets Here Bitch!<br /><br />You're feeling pretty groovy, you're in the mood for movies<br />You get down to the festy and drag along your besty<br />You walk into the box and get into some talks<br />You're girl she asks you "Where Mitch?"<br />You tell her "Get yo tickets here, bitch!"<br /><br />Oh, oh oh oh oh!<br /><br />It's 10 o'clock on sunday morn, you're gonna wish you were never born<br />That session is a sell out, of that I have a no doubt<br />"Give me a ticket, I'm a witch"<br />I said "There ain't no tickets here bitch!"<br /><br />Oh, oh oh oh oh!<br /><br />The Turin Horse has broken down, the punters yell "Get outta town!"<br />A baby man, peas of wasabi, stomping ain't no way to party<br />A cranky skanky wants to switch<br />"You bring you're ticket here bitch!"<br /><br />Oh, oh oh oh oh!<br /><br />The festival is closing down, we gonna dance and clown around<br />Harry Potter, Bollywood, down at GU you're in the hood<br />"I wanna help but there's a hitch<br />Go get your tickets there bitch!"<br /><br /><br />Oh, oh oh oh oh. Yeah, get your tickets there<br />Bitch!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-28140440394375647092010-12-29T16:56:00.003+11:002010-12-29T18:26:50.504+11:00Sunday - Leaving Las VegasMy bags are packed, something I did yesterday but forgot to tell you. You see this is what happens towards the ends of my travel blogs - I rush or I haven't written something down. Perhaps there is a New Year's resolution in there. Anyway this is something along the lines of what happens......<br /><br />I use the express checkout and take my bags to Miss Debby's room for safe keeping. I catch her in the lounge of the coffee shop and we just hang for a bit. I want to buy a couple of magnets or key rings as they are really the only souvenirs I buy. Given that I have a collection of keys for my workplaces they come in very handy.<br /><br />My shuttle bus is booked for 2.15pm so I have a couple of hours to waste. Miss Debby comes with me to the Flamingo buffet. It is another champagne one (1 glass only) and you also get a mini bottle of vodka for a bloody mary! Sure, if you insist. We don't end up drinking them. The dish selections are not so great today. They haven't quite crossed over to lunch so it's seafood again. Not that I'm complaining about that. I make a smoked salmon bagel and a roast beef sandwich to take away with me and wrap up a couple of cakes for later.<br /><br />Miss Debby goes off to the movies with Miss Linda after we say goodbye, see you in Melbourne. I go back to her room and just sit and flick through a magazine. Eventually my time passes and I say goodbye to the Flamingo Hotel with it's smoky, coconut reef oil smell and cardboard cutouts of Donny and Marie Osmond.<br /><br />My flight to LA is uneventful. But upon arrival it got a little interesting. I followed the sign that said Qantas connecting flights to Syd/Melb and ended up in a little bus waiting room. I checked with the man at the desk to make sure my luggage was checked through and he asked me what they told me. I said nothing. He said take a seat, I was in the right place. There is a mother shooshing her silent baby and she annoys me. Her husband is at the desk taking up the man's time, and patience I suspect, but not in an angry way. A shuttle bus comes and I try to board and I don't really understand what the man says but he doesn't let me on. I sit and get a bit nervous, after all, I only have 6 HOURS before my plane leaves. Of course the Qantas shuttle comes along and we eagerly get on. It's like a joyride around the airport for us as we seem to be going nowhere but a long way from where we started. Why couldn't the plane just drop us off somewhere central? Well, it probably did. We got off the bus and entered an abandoned terminal, I kid you not. There was no staff, no signs, just seats and no one in them. We all looked around in wonder and then some smart lady walked up a ramp and through a door so we followed her as she didn't come back. We walked and walked and again I wondered why I couldn't have been dropped off a bit closer to where I was going. LAX is a strange place. I started seeing gate signs and felt better. That didn't last long as there was nothing to do in this section of the airport. There was a small cafe/bar, a couple souvenir kiosks and a tiny duty free shop. Oh dear, what time is it?<br /><br />I find a corner in my gate lounge and try to have a nap but it's not happening. There is a child playing with his remote control car and the whizzing noise is driving me crazy. I go for a very slow walk, as slow as I can possibly go. I am impressed with myself but it doesn't take up much extra time. I get a coffee which is disgusting and sit in another gate lounge for a different view and read my magazine. I am so bored I can't bear it.<br /><br />Back at my gate lounge the flight to Munich is boarding so I watch everyone. I can hardly contain my excitement. Tick tock, tick tock. The staff arrive for my flight so I request a change to an aisle seat. Request granted. I go off to the duty free shop and stand in front of the alcohol unable to make a decision. I go with cointreau and baileys. There is a long queue but that's okay, I have nothing better to do right? Nevertheless it is frustrating waiting in a line going nowhere.<br /><br />I make eye contact with a good looking man in the lounge and I think it is someone I dated once but he doesn't have a son that age. It isn't him, it can't be. He would have said hello, surely. Why would he be in the US? He has 2 kids at home. None of the scenarios I make up are sensible. We keep looking at each other but I think it must be just a physical attraction thing. It does make me feel a bit weird though.<br /><br />Time for boarding and my section is left to last. As I hand over my pass I am stopped in my tracks. My seat has been changed. Oh no, I said, I requested an aisle seat. The woman says she had to move a family so they could sit together. Oh phft! I am at the emergency exit she says so there is more leg room! Not the point! I am a fidgeter and want to get up and down freely. Of course I now know that this is a good spot to sit for someone like me.<br /><br />Guess what? The man who I think I know is sitting right behind me! Oh my god! I try to sneak a close look and then I try and bionic-ise my ears so I can listen for an accent but it doesn't work too well. What I do hear is an Australian but the timbre is different so I try to relax. He would have said something by now, you would think. Should I say something? Nah, we won't date again. Oh goody, his child enjoys kicking the back of my seat. It's going to be a fun ride!<br /><br />So movie selections for this leg of the trip and in this watching order, include: Despicable Me; Toy Story 3; Buried; Boy; Eat, Pray, Love and a doco about John Lennon's murderer. I know what you are thinking - 2 of those films I called "common" in a previous blog - but you have to go with the mood you are in so that is that. I sleep about 2 hours or so I think, could be more, could be less. Most of the flight is in darkness and I get very bored with the clock going so slowly it is almost in reverse. An announcement comes over the PA for a doctor and we see a steady procession of professionals make their way to the sick area. Apparently there had been a convention of sorts in LA so that was a bit of good luck! Soon there is another announcement for someone with a glucometer and we see the obliging passenger with his kit. Goodness me! The child is booting my seat and I look back at him throught the gap next to the window. He sees me and I glare! He kicks, I glare, he kicks, I glare and Dad finally tells him someone is sitting in that seat! No kidding Dad! He may be a toddler but he knows!! In the 15 hours though he does handle the flight very well.<br /><br />Finally we land and I am making my way to customs. It is really busy and I can't help but smile when I hear the impatient voices of Australian staff with the passengers from the Asian flight that is coming through at the same time. The woman has to tell them several times to "wait here" as she moves away. Each time she looks around they are trying to follow her and she holds up her hand and repeats the command. It is quite funny. "Border Patrol" is filming today so there may be an extra wait, I hope not. The customs man asks me if I have anything to declare and I say just chocolate. He says, is that all? Yes, I say, almost sorry that I am so pathetic with my declarations. He ushers me straight out the door as he knows not to mess with my suitcase and the kilo of chocolate. I am out the door, on the skybus, in the taxi and inside my home by 11am.<br /><br />I try to stay awake for a while by unpacking a bit and showering etc. I start to feel a bit woozy and nauseous so I think it best that I have a little lie down. I feel much better after a couple of hours sleep. My holiday is over, it has been quite an adventure.<br /><br />Lowlights are the tepid shower and standing in my shower water, the smoke, bad coffee and my now diagnosed chest infection. Highlights are the Grand Canyon, O, Viva Elvis, Barry Manilow and Leonard Cohen. In fact I loved all the shows we saw. The weather was fabulous and not cold as we expected. Oh and the blog would not be complete without final mention of The Bellagio. I won't come back for you George so you will have to come here.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-29321505117800668182010-12-29T09:13:00.004+11:002010-12-29T12:35:01.014+11:00SaturdayI have a bit of a sleep in which is just lovely and then it's time to meet the others for brunch at the Bellagio buffet. We wait for about an hour in the line and because there are more than 8 of us we are slapped with an automatic 18% gratuity. This happens everywhere, what a crock! It doesn't matter it only costs $37.77 anyway and that includes unlimited champagne so woo hoo!<br /><br /><br />Soon we are making our first course selections and the choices are terrific. We ooh and ahh at each other's plates and tuck in. And so it goes.....until we are ready for dessert. I must say the selections here are a bit weak and I am surprised but that doesn't stop me from having 6 cakes. They are only small pieces!!! Technically it was 5 serves because 1 of them had 2 portions. As there is only so much one can eat and drink it's not long before we are full up and wondering what to do for the rest of the day.<br /><br /><br />Some kittens have departed for other cities already and some will leave in the evening. The remaining cats make plans to meet for drinks in the Garden Bar at 6pm prior to moving on to various activities. Miss Debby and I go across the road to Caesar's Palace to buy our tix for Leonard Cohen, his last concert of the tour. We get the cheap seats at $50 plus tax and are very excited. Neither of us know anything about Mr Hallelujah and the concert is 4 hours but we don't mind. We decide if we are bored or don't like it, had enough etc, we can leave! Simple!<br /><br /><br />We go back to the hotel for some reason, can't remember, and then meet up again to go to the Atomic Testing Museum. Miss Cathy (not on the trip) told me about this place and I am adamant that I will visit. After all I have a coupon to use. I'm glad Miss Debby is coming with me, I like to share these things. We figure it's about 20 mins to walk and we are not far wrong. It might have been half an hour, again something I can't remember now. The museum is fascinating and there is an abundance of information on every wall space possible. There really is too much as quite a bit is repeated. We are both getting weary and overloaded so stop reading every info point. You could spend a couple of hours in here easily but you definitely need a clear head.<br /><br /><br />Out into the fresh air we stroll with fatigue back to the hotel. I can't wait to wear my new dress and shoes. It's just after 5pm when we arrive back at HQ and I am in need of a shower. I don't have time to wash my hair so I am little nervous as to what I will do with it. I need a spiffy do to go with my dress! I warn Miss Debby that I probably won't make it to drinks at 6pm but will be there soon after. Oh my dress makes me feel fabulous and I am very happy with my hair. I glide down to the Garden Bar and feel a million dollars. Everyone compliments me and it's lovely.<br /><br /><br />There are a few more goodbyes to get through before we disperse. Miss Jane and Mr Grant are coming to Mr Cohen also so we head there together. After a champagne toast we make our way upstairs to the nosebleed section of the theatre. We are sitting on opposite sides but can still see each other....just.<br /><br /><br />Leonard Cohen is 76 years old and is a living legend. This is the last concert of his tour and I admit to feeling very pleased to be here. The concert is just amazing and I am blown away by every song. I can't get enough and I thought I might have been a bit bored??? After interval there is a large crowd gathered at the stage and they are singing. They have placed several long stemmed red roses on the stage and I think they have been to a lot of Leonard Cohen concerts. The hours pass and there are many encores. He just keeps coming back on stage. He is skipping on and off, he has been kneeling down every second song and he makes Barry Manilow, who is 67, look like a 90 year old. I seriously do not want the concert to end but end it does and we wait outside for Miss Jane and Mr Grant. I think of buying a CD but the line is sooooo long I go without. There is no sign of the other 2 characters so we head home.<br /><br />What an incredible night! Without doubt one of the highlights of the trip.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-84400330257387236012010-12-28T18:54:00.003+11:002010-12-28T21:13:02.202+11:00Friday...but first....How could I forget my trip to Wal Mart yesterday? We had 15 minutes, literally, to catch a glimpse of this uber famous department store. Uber famous for it's um, shall we say unique, shoppers. I so desperately wanted to spot some of those unique people that we see on Youtube but alas it wasn't to be. Miss Debby, however did see some action in the form of a young woman squirting mounds of moisturiser and applying it to her legs. She was wearing the pre-requisite mid-riff and a short skirt. How else would she be able to moisturise so easily? So practical!<br /><br />I couldn't waste shopping time just searching for these people because I knew that I would definitely miss the bus home. I grabbed my make up brushes, a whole kit for $11! Who needs just 1 brush for $25? Phooey to that! I also got some super cheap Revlon lip liner and we know how much I love my lipstick so I popped over to Loreal to see if they had my Bronze Coin which is now discontinued. Oh joy of joys, there it is! I stopped at just 1, such control. Over to the chocolates to check out the range and I grab some Ghiradelli, oh but which flavour? I almost forgot - jigsaws!! Quickly I sought them out and wow, what a price! My favourite type of puzzle - the collage - and 2 of them for $8 and $9. I was in heaven. Oh which one will I get and which design? Oh, quickly the bus will be leaving soon, make a decision, oh my god, hurry up! I'll take both! The boxes are small enough and lightweight so it won't be a problem and if I was to buy these in Australia they would cost me at least $35, at LEAST, do you hear me? They won't put me over the baggage limit, the kilogram plus of chocolate might. I am so happy I could just break out into dance and I think somebody might put me on Youtube amongst the latest Wal Mart shoppers #9.<br /><br />I clearly did not do that, otherwise you would have heard about it already.<br /><br />Friday, 10.30am and 13 of us have gathered at the (not) south entrance to wait for our limousine to collect us and take us shopping again......but this time with the theme of RETRO! Ooh! Now I say "not" south because that's what we called it but it was actually south west I believe and our drivers didn't seem to be able to read minds so they were a bit late both days as they were waiting at the south entrance for us! Silly boys! Soon enough, a gigantic Hummer arrives and we all squeal with delight at the idea and rush out to get on board. Oh my giddy goodness, check IT OUT! Soon we are on our way to "The Attic", a famous retro store in LV. It is very tidy and there are lots of lovely things such as 60's mini skirts that don't fit me, dammit, tons of shoes, ballgowns, hats, wigs, shoes, wild looking men's suits and even a live DJ, when he isn't at the front counter ringing up the sales. I don't buy anything as you may have guessed.<br /><br />We make a stop for re-charging because after 1/2 hour of this shopping business we are doggone popped. Our chauffeur has recommended Frank's Tiki Room - The Happiest Place On Earth as a place where we can grab a cheap cocktail. As I am taking photos of Miss Jane and Mr Grant under the big sign stating the aformentioned type of place, the others enter the establishment and leave us behind, thus locking us out! Oh Tracey, you jest! Oh readers, I don't! We had to knock 3 times on the ceiling, twice on the pipe and then they finally let us in. It was all so covert and spooky as we walked in because there were no lights, only the flashing diamonds and treasure chests of the slot machines. Where is everyone, where did they go? I can't see them, oh my god what's happened to them? Oh wait, there they are, my eyes are adjusting it's okay. Now this is the small town bar you see on the crime shows, at last I can let my imagination go wild....well wilder than it usually goes.<br /><br />Everyone orders drinks but it's a bit early for me so I go for apricot and mango juice - from a can! It's really yummy, why can't we have things like that in Australia? I guess we do and it's called Boost juice and costs 3 times as much because you have to give your name and wait in line for 2 hours. Miss Jessica and I have had to move away from the group as there are a few smokers and it's a small place and we are choking fast. It's then that we notice the television at the bar playing a porno. I know! I do a double take and then triple check with Miss Jessica and she confirms my surprise. I can't stop watching it, I am quite stunned that it is actually playing. It's getting too smoky so we make our exit and wait outside for the gang hoping they aren't captured by a voodoo tiki statue and sent off to porn camp. Maybe some of them would like that but I can't comment as I don't know everyone well enough. All of a sudden the door bursts open and they all come running out shouting "start the hummer, start the hummer, get in, they've taken one of us, hurry, we have to get out of here. NOW!"<br /><br />Oh dear, that was my imagination again! You couldn't tell though could you. You were really taken away with that story!<br /><br />So, to our next stop which is Retro Vegas and the store owner was expecting us! Now that is glamorous! This store was full of beautiful furniture and home accessories and whilst I didn't make a purchase I told Miss Jane she must buy the 70's ice bucket which she did along with various other home decorating items.<br /><br />We have one more important stop to make and that is at Serge's Showgirl Wigs. It is the wig store you want it to be and the kittens go Crazy.......meow! I won't be buying a wig so I wander over to the thrift store which is literally a junk store and laid out like one. I feel dirty and scummy just walking through it so I head back to the hummer and wait for the others. Our shopping day is done so it's back to our hotel.<br /><br />It's only 1.30pm so there is tons of the day left and I also have the evening free so goodness only knows what I will do. There is still the Atomic Testing Museum to visit which I have been talking about for days so that is an option. But I decide to do some more shopping! Why? I don't really know, just in case I see something fantastic! I trudge back to the Fashion Mall and go to the Bettie Page store. I have already spied a dress that I love but don't think will fit me but stuff it, I'm going to try a few on. Oh gracious, it fits me perfectly and it's beautiful. How much is it? Oh, I see. It's not on special. It fits me perfectly and looks really, really pretty. It's expensive even for US prices and there is tax to add to that. Well fiddle-de-de, I'm going to buy it. Quickly before I talk myself out of it. Oh there's Miss Debby and Miss Linda in the store. I know they would have talked me into it but it wasn't necessary in the end, was it? We have a wander around together for a bit then part ways. I think we are all a bit blah as to what to do with our time so no decisions are made. Not a moment is wasted at the shops though as I go into a shoe store looking for a particular style which I know I will not find and I am suddenly at the register with my travelcard saying thanks very much and walking out with a bag of shoes in my hand. It is a coincidence, I assure you, that the shoes will make a lovely addition to my Bettie Page dress.<br /><br />I head up to the food court and go online for 15 mins which costs $8.75 and I see that my previous messages to Vodafone didn't go through and they emailed me and said "we haven't heard from you since......problem solved." Yeah, thanks! I want to put some money on my travelcard because I have spent it all but of course I need my mobile for the netcode so that is useless. I will just have to use my ATM or credit card and pay the fees. $#%%^.<br /><br />I walk back to the Forum Shops so I can go to Anthropologie. I really want the measuring cups and spoons, they are stunning but as I look at the price tag I am almost sick. That price is just stupid and they will probably break or someone else will break them which would be worse. I touch everything I want as my bottom lip drags along behind me in my wake. I leave empty handed.<br /><br />I have no idea where to go or what to do next. I am so tired and have very little botherness left inside me. I pass up dinner with Miss Catherine and Miss Deb because they are going to Aria and it is expensive, out of my justification price range. I can't make my own decision though and get frustrated with myself and the expense of food in general. I go to Cafe Bellagio to calm down. I have meatloaf and vegies. It is really yummy but pretty damn salty and rich. Oh well, I wash it down with 2 glasses of wine and $45 later I am in bed. So much for a cheap dinner, I am hopeless sometimes. I would have joined Miss Catherine if I had A WORKING PHONE and could find them. What's done is done and at the end of the day I have managed to relax enough and am grateful not to have been rushed around like a loony. I wear myself out!Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-8989887184420467152010-12-25T12:31:00.002+11:002010-12-25T13:21:18.530+11:00ThursdayBefore I start on Thursday's activities I will share with you a couple of observations I have made. In the evenings and possibly other odd times there is a strong sewerage smell as you pass by the casinos. I came to expect it each day. That's all. I can't explain the reason for it.<br /><br />I have picked up a smoker's cough and it's not welcome. Regardless of being in a non smoking room, which in turn I expect is the whole floor, I could smell the smoke as soon as I walked in. This cough is to bother me for the rest of the trip and continue well past my return date. My skin and eyes are very dry even with constant hydration and excess moisturiser.<br /><br />As Miss Catherine and I were walking along one day she said to me "have you noticed a lot of people have limps?" and I most definitely had noticed just like I had noticed the amount of wheelchair bound and disabled in Downtown LA. We tried to find a pattern or common thread other than the limp but there was not one to be found. It became a bit of an "I Spy" type thing which was very easy to play.<br /><br />The voltage in the USA is half that of what we have in Australia so charging my phone and camera batteries took 2 days and didn't last any longer. Even though my phone wasn't working for calls I used it for the time and my alarm. I wondered why I had to keep charging it when I wasn't using it and this is the reason. Americans must get an electric shock when they come here!!! Baahhhaa!<br /><br />The National Finals Rodeo is on and that means lots of cowboys. We all talk about picking up a horse riding, cow tying, bull bucking man in a hat but to tell you the truth they don't appeal to me. I think all the young ones who are participating in the event are being good lads and getting their beauty sleep which leaves all the bandy legged oldies out on the streets. So no, I will pass thanks.<br /><br />Okay so onto Thursday and our private bus Krystal that is taking us to the outlet malls. I take the front seat as I like to see where we are going and get the best view. First stop is the Welcome To Vegas sign for a group photo. We literally take over the spot and other tourists are very patient with us for hogging the space. But wait we aren't finished yet! We do the Shim Sham Shimmy for Miss Jane's home video. I don't think I'm the only one feeling a bit goofy but it was fun.<br /><br />We have 2 hours at the first outlet and everyone takes off in various directions. I see the Vanity Fair store and I am rapt as I think I will pick up some of my favourite bras but alas it is not to be. I am a common size! Never mind, I already bought 2 at Macy's. Oh that reminds me, I seem to have forgotten to tell you about my Macy's trip. Let's segue......<br /><br />Oh dear I can't even remember what day it was. Anyway the point is, Macy's never lets me down. I got my new perfume in a gift box with shower gel and lotion that I have been waiting months for. I then bought a ring that I have been looking for for more months than the perfume and it was way cheaper than I expected. My last purchase was 2 bras and I can't tell you how difficult it is to find the right one of these. Oh and then I got a stash of Godiva chocolate bars. Segue back.......<br /><br />Time is running out and I haven't made a purchase. I feel like a loser. I go into a very cheap looking store and find some t shirts for $3.98 each. What a ridiculous price! I buy three even though I will have to try and shrink them a little. I make a last stop at the Nike store and find 2 workout tops for $30 each which is very good. Thrilling! I am scared of being left behind so I hot foot it back to the bus and it turns out I am the first one back.<br /><br />On the move we go to the next outlet which has the same stores plus a few more. It is outdoors and really quite nice. It's like something you might see on the Gold Coast. I am trying hard but not too hard to buy something but all I end up with is lunch and several bars of Godiva chocolate which I am really very happy about.<br /><br />This time I am the last one back to the bus. There is a shoe purchase count and the number is 43 or something over the top like that. Most kittens have bought several pairs of Converse so they will be on foot display over the last few days. (The final tally for shoes will be approx 50 to which I will later add 1 pair) Time to be ferried back to the hotel and tonight will be a free one and I am glad of that as I am feeling very tired and rushed.<br /><br />I make a date with Debby and after a short rest and shower we wander down to a supermarket that sells very cheap alcohol. I buy a 1 litre bottle of Smirnoff for $24. Isn't that outrageous? Miss Debby goes for the Australian white wine and I grab a bag of crisps to snack on. We make ourselves comfortable in Debby's room by putting everything within arm distance so we don't have to move once we sit down. The TV is on but we don't end up watching anything as we can't stop talking. The vodka is going down very fast as the glasses are those little ones that don't encourage drinking. Turns out I get a bit drunk, what a surprise, and it's not long before I have to go to bed. It has been very relaxing and fun to sloth about for the night.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-56889272942232763122010-12-23T19:51:00.002+11:002010-12-23T20:42:25.546+11:00WednesdayWednesday 10.30am and we are dining at The Flamingo Buffet for breakfast although lunch is starting to make an appearance. Eating at a buffet is dangerous because quite simply you want to eat almost everything and do a damn fine job of doing so. I take the sensible approach and start with fruit, then move on to a small serving of bacon and eggs. The seafood is proudly on display so I feel obliged to serve myself some. At this point I decide to make a take away sandwich for lunch which consists of a bagel with smoked salmon, cream cheese and capers. So yum!!! One cannot leave a buffet without having had dessert and I am torn between something not so chocolatey and something almost breakfasty. I choose pumpkin pie which turns out to be a wise choice.<br /><br />We have free time for the day so Miss Catherine and I head to the shops. First we go to the Forum Shops and check out the MAC makeup. I buy Plum Dandy lipstick, Melba blush and Dazzle mascara for very good prices. We go into a shop called Anthropologie and must be in there for at least 1/2 hour, everything is so beautiful. I will come back and make more purchases but for now I buy an apron. I know!! It's pretty nice.<br /><br />Then we head to Wynn/Encore casinos which are new and oh so swish. Too pricey for me. We go to the Fashion Mall but really don't have any time left as we have to be ready by 5.30pm for our lift to Fremont St.<br /><br />So it's back into my ravishing red dress and getting ready for the Rat Pack Is Back show at The Plaza. First of all we meet some of the group and wander down Fremont St which is like a mall with a roof that displays various neon light shows and advertising. It is an assault on one's eyes even more so than The Strip, probably because it is all contained under a roof.<br /><br />Back to The Plaza and we meet everyone at the bar (where else) for a drink before the show. As we enter the theatre we are shown to the front tables and are known as "The Group". We try to tell the waiters we are not the group they are waiting for and should not be sitting here but they don't understand. It gets quite ridiculous and one of the girls persists by going back to the maitre d to get his understanding. Personally I don't care anymore, it's 3 minutes to show time and The Group aren't even here!!! So bad luck. Well as bad luck would have it, they realise their mistake and we are moved as The Group enter. Then the waitress brings us our drink orders which all look and taste the same, but shouldn't be, and in the end we just drink them.<br /><br />One by one the actors come on stage and do their bit and while I am in love with Frank Sinatra (the actor playing him that is), Dean Martin looks very strange, facelifted and so fake tanned that I can't take him seriously (see photo). He looks a bit like Dean but he doesn't and I can't stop staring at him with an odd squint in my face. Anyway the show is lots of fun, good old fashioned and stupid jokes that you would have in that era and the sexual and patronising jokes towards women. The woman playing Marilyn Monroe needs to do some serious research as her speaking voice was truly awful and not like Marilyn at all. Please if you are going to play a real person then do them the courtesy and your audience of getting it right or at least close! I disputed the talents of this woman with a kitten but it didn't go down well.<br /><br />Post show we went to a bar called Firefly upstairs for tapas. Unfortunately most of the food was spicy and/or laden with garlic so I really didn't have much choice. Everyone wanted to share by buying 4 or so plates but there was no way I could do this. 2 of us opted out of the sharing thing so I didn't feel alone. The food was quite nice and the cosmos were going down easily. Soon it was time to go home which was probably a good thing as it turns out I was a bit drunk, hence my adamant stance against the Marilyn Monroe actress.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-10795727201703219962010-12-20T19:32:00.003+11:002010-12-23T19:50:00.504+11:00TuesdayGuess where I am going for breakfast today? That's right, Cafe Bellagio. So I meet Miss Catherine and Miss Deb and off we go. I make the indulgent decision to have waffles and of course I feel quite ill afterwards. We have our tap dancing masterclass today and really I should have filled up on protein but holidays are no place for guilt. I do buy some fruit salad to have for my lunch though.<br /><br /><br />Our masterclass with Miss Rusty Frank is about 4 hours or so and I am wearing new taps on my shoes which turns out to be a hindrance as the floor is super slippery and I am very hesitant to go nuts. I don't think it really mattered in the end as I couldn't keep up anyway. It was very difficult or rather tricky and while I know I would be able to do the steps after some practice it just wasn't coming together for me today. Oh well, never mind! It was great taking part.<br /><br /><br />Afterwards we cabbed it back to The Strip to pick up our Cirque De Soleil "Viva Elvis" tickets at Aria and then it was home to quickly shower, try to eat and get back there on time for the show. We grabbed some food and ate without taking a breath.<br /><br />Tonight I wear the blue dress. It has a ribbon that goes around me under the bust but it looks awful so I put it in my hair because that hasn't gone right either. In the end I look suitably glamorous and head out the door. We arrive at the theatre just in the nick of time and it turns out I am sitting next to some mini kittens and parents with Miss Catherine in front of me. I finally take a breath and relax.<br /><br />The show is fabulous but I must say a little lacking in the acrobatics department. It is more dancing which is truly wonderful and the duet for Suspicion Minds has us in a romantic swoon, but we are at a circus so I am expecting more somersaults. There was an absolutely fantastic scene with 5 or so performers dressed as superheroes jumping on trampolines and up and down walls. That was truly a highlight!<br /><br />After the show we go to the Gold Lounge where we are given diva seating. We were given a bunch of 2 for 1 drinks passes on the way in so we were set for the night with cheap drinks. Otherwise some serious dollars would have been spent. The cameras are clicking furiously and we enjoy pretending to be "somebody". A couple of hours go by and tiredness is making itself known. Mr Shane has passed out simply due to insomnia but of course it is mistaken for drunkenness and he is asked to leave. Time for bed.<br /><br />Another ritzy night of entertainment and frivolity has been had.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-6523720471291093592010-12-19T14:29:00.002+11:002010-12-19T16:32:57.393+11:00MondayToday I am checking out of the Imperial Palace and moving next door to The Flamingo, our official hotel. My bags are packed and it is with pleasure I close the door to my room and head downstairs to reception. I leave my bags with the Bell Desk because it is too early to check in at Flamingo and I want to get breakfast before meeting the kittens for our Jubilee backstage tour at Ballys.<br /><br />Off I trot to Jean Phillippe at my second home, The Bellagio. Have you noticed I like saying that? The Bellagio! I'm sure I will see George Clooney any day now. The patisserie is very busy so I have plenty of time to decide on a pastry.<br /><br />Back across the road to Ballys where we gather at the Jubilee Theatre entrance to have a class photo. Paula, a long term showgirl is our tour guide. She is an All-American girl (her own words) who always wanted to dance and now she is doing it without her top on! In a classy way! She shows us how to walk sideways without our breasts shaking and I know that everyone will be practicing when they get home. Then we learn how to walk down stairs without looking down - trade secret. She is lovely and full of information but can't help adding a little dig at some of the girls for various reasons. A few of us raise our eyebrows as it doesn't seem quite appropriate, nevertheless we do love a bit of gossip. Even though we aren't allowed to take photos Paula let's us get in some sneaky ones of the headdresses which are A-mazing! She then gives us a make up demonstration and the few boys in our group are transfixed and taking copious notes.<br /><br />I am having great trouble with the exposure on my camera and I am constantly doing test pics to see if the light is right. Lots of my indoor pics are yellow and my outside ones are blurred because there is a ridiculous amount of neon light. It's annoying and the lens cover also is somehow damaged as it doesn't open and close properly. Oh dear!<br /><br />After the tour I feel the need to escape with the onset of PMS. Moodiness is taking over so it's best I disappear for a couple of hours. All the ladies go to the MAC store to purchase the Russian Red lipstick that Paula demonstrated with but I am happy with my Boots No. 7 Moulin Rouge so am not bothered. I also have to go and check in at The Flamingo so it's back to the Imperial to collect my bags and make the move.<br /><br />Oh my goodness will I ever get used to this smoky coconut smell? No! My room is quite nice and I even have a coffee table and lounge along with a writing desk. I settle in and chill out for a little while. I unpack my suitcase and make use of the drawers. I will be here for a week.<br /><br />Time is ticking by and I must glam up for the Jubilee Show. We have terrific seats as it's only a small venue and we anxiously await Paula's entrance. We are expecting a modest show because their tops will be staying on but we Ooh and Oh when it is clear that it is to be a topless performance. The costumes are so incredibly fabulous that they are the centre of attention but I watch the ladies do their sidewalking with a knowledgable eye checking for incorrect movement. Paula told us that all the ladies are natural and this is pleasing to us all. We are also on the lookout for the ones that may be too skinny as they will be told to fatten up!!! Imagine! The men definitely take a backseat in this show and honestly they are a bit disappointing. Their efforts seem a bit lacking. As Paula descends the giant staircase in the finale we evaluate her technique and it is perfect. She really stands out as being the professional principal that she is.<br /><br />After the show everyone disperses as we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow and hangovers will not be a good idea. It has been a wonderful night.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-76613018575030892252010-12-18T10:05:00.002+11:002010-12-18T10:38:04.501+11:00SundayA little sleep in is required, then I meet Miss Catherine and we head to Cafe Bellagio for breakfast. I am looking forward to my lobster omelette and rightly so, it is delicious. The waitress has a small freak out when I ask for a mix of orange and pineapple juice but when I change my mind and agree with Catherine about adding apple juice she almost has a meltdown. We are suitably stuffed and have a little wander around the hotel and discover Jean Phillippe Patisserie which has divine cakes and mountains of pastries. It also has a chocolate fountain dribbling white, milk and dark chocolate. Have a look at the photos if you can. We will be back for afternoon tea.<br /><br />Miss C convinces me to go to Cirque De Soleil's "O" with her so I convince her to come to Barry Manilow. I hadn't planned on "O" but the tickets are 25% off (still well over $100) and it's the last show for the year. What the hell, can't see it anywhere else in the world!! I get very excited. We then go across the road to Bally to purchase our Jubilee tickets with a 2 for 1 coupon. Excitement is growing as we head next door to Paris to pick up Barry tickets for his last show of the year. I am getting a bit giddy with glee as I tuck my tickets safely in my bag and hold tight.<br /><br />We are going to the Miracle Mile shops at Planet Hollywood which is a mix of labels and cheaper stores. I need to buy a t shirt because the weather is unseasonably warm and I only have long sleeved ones with me. I get a couple from H & M for $6 each. Bargain!<br /><br />It's time for afternoon tea so it's back to the Bellagio and Jean Phillippe where we get $5 lattes and a cake to share. It isn't really a surprise that the coffee is average but the cake is so yummy! We need to get cracking as we have to meet other kittens in the Garden Bar at The Flamingo at 6pm prior to Barry. Along the way we run into Miss Deb (Not Maybe Miss Debby). It's always amazing when you run into someone you know in a strange place. We locate the Garden Bar, head to our rooms to shower and glam up.<br /><br />As we gather in the bar it's kind of weird as I know faces but not the people. I feel awkward but I know that will pass so I just keep sipping my vodka. Off we go to Barry Manilow and I am very happy with my seat even though Miss Jane and crew have incredible seats very close. I love the show and there are lots of old home movies with Barry as a child and then he screens a clip of him singing Mandy and he duets with himself. It was lovely. He moves a bit like he has had a hip replacement but it's his voice and the songs we know so well that are so enjoyable.<br /><br />We have about an hour before we see "O" so we slowly wander across the road. Of course it is very busy so it's not long before we need to be seated. The show is absolutely superb and I am constantly awestruck. There is so much happening all over the stage it's impossible to see it all. I marvel at the discipline and talent of the performers and don't want them to stop.<br /><br />It has been a wonderful and magical night of entertainment and I am much happier now that I have someone to talk to and joke with.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-75614043556708587952010-12-16T15:48:00.002+11:002010-12-16T21:25:09.962+11:00SaturdayI am up early and ready to change rooms first thing so I can have, hopefully, a hot shower. I pack and go down to reception and wouldn't you know it - my room is not ready. But she said!!!!! I was calm and did not get angry but my disappointment was purposefully visible. Back to my room, to my lukewarm shower, to my blocked drain and my bad mood. I knew I should have rung first but I didn't and that's that.<br /><br />Today I will explore more and head to the Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace which is full of expensive shops selling lots of glitzy stuff. I stop at the Atlantis Monument and wait for the show. Oh dear, it is quite dreadful. The sound quality is poor so I can't understand the story but I do know that sister (water) and brother (fire) are arguing with their dad over who is the best suited to take over the throne. I don't think either of them won and that's how the fall of Atlantis came about. You may want to google that if you are interested in the actual facts.<br /><br />I'm not going to spend any money here so I head to the discount ticket booth and get tickets for the Bodies Exhibition and Titanic, both of which are/were here in Melbourne and I didn't get around to seeing. I have to trek all the way down the Strip to the other end where the Luxor Hotel is holding these exhibitions.<br /><br />Let me just explain to you how this 5 minute trek, as the crow flies, can take 40 minutes. There are limited pedestrian crossings even though there are plenty of traffic lights. There are a number of overpasses that you have to use and all lead into the next casino. This means you go in and out of casinos constantly whether you like it or not. It is very frustrating. People meander here and most of the footpaths are not very wide so if you get 2 0r 3 people walking side by side you are stuck. As much as I try to slow down I just can't. Even at my slowest I am still paces ahead of my friends. Gladly I would find that I was not alone in having these difficulties.<br /><br />Anyway, first I go into The Flamingo and try to leave a message for Miss Catherine who I am meeting with tonight to go to The Bellagio. She is driving and will arrive late afternoon but can't contact me as I have no phone. It's too busy and I am too impatient to wait. I will just make sure I get back around 5pm.<br /><br />I am feeling a bit lonely and out of sorts, i.e. moody but I soldier on.<br /><br />Choosing the Titanic Exhibition first I take my time and I am glad it isn't overly busy. I don't need another frustration, particularly one of crowds. As expected it is very interesting and sad. The passenger card I was given upon entry was of a woman who survived, as did her baby and husband.<br /><br />I take a break and go to Starbucks for a coffee and piece of cake. So very sub standard. Then it's back up stairs to the Bodies Exhibition which is longer and a bit busier. Along the way there is a mother with her children, one of which is a boy of about 12. She has a very loud voice and is always calling for Simon to come here and telling him everything she knows about this particular part of the body. Simon is well behaved and I haven't heard a peep from him but his mother speaks to him as if he is a delinquent. I am offended for him and want to punch her in the face! Then I come across 5 women who are gathered around an exhibits of the intestine or something along those lines. They are discussing and comparing the ins and outs of their operations. The whole room can hear them so it's not just me that wants to smack them down like dominoes alongside Simon's mother who I cannot seem to get away from. The exhibition is interesting but I get a bit bored with it and rush through the last sections. I will never remember any of this information, there is so much to read.<br /><br />I make my way back to The Flamingo to try again leaving a message for Miss Catherine. On my way in I spot 2 kittens at the bar so I stop and say hello. I quickly leave a message for Miss Catherine explaining I don't know my room number as I am about to change, then go back and have a drink with Miss Louise and Miss Kath. I am so glad to see someone I know I can't stop talking. I limit myself to 1 drink and head back to my hotel to move into my new room. There is a message already for me and I arrange to meet everyone back at the same bar we were just at after a much needed (hot) shower.<br /><br />Bingo! The shower is hot but the drain is worse so I am standing in my shower water which is filling fast. Just lovely. The air vent doesn't make a mighty noise like the last room so that is something.<br /><br />All dressed up with somewhere to go I soon meet the girls, then Miss C and I go off to The Bellagio as planned. I have come across Cafe Bellagio when doing my research and find it has very reasonable prices so we go there. There is a rather large queue but the place is only half full and we wonder if this is a ploy to create interest. We are seated and I order a champagne whilst perusing the delightful menu with many options and yes the prices are great. We immediately decide to come back for breakfast the next day and have made our food selection. But back to dinner. The meal is very nice and I eat some vegies. Miss C and I are getting along great and I have relaxed after my tense first days. The conseravatory is re-decorated for Christmas so there are lots of families (prams) and tourists who you would think had never seen a Christmas decoration before.<br /><br />After dinner we head to the slot machines so we can score some free drinks. We find the 1 cent machines and put in $1. Our waitress brings us drinks that are pretty weak but who cares. We watch the roulette for a short while and soon call it a night. I stop in at Ghiradelli to pick up a hot chocolate and a brownie to take back to my room and blow me down I can't eat it all. So delish!!!!Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-73435617042160114412010-12-15T20:50:00.003+11:002010-12-15T22:38:50.199+11:00Friday - Day 2Oh my god, it's 6am and I am up getting dressed for the grand tour of the Grand Canyon. I only arrived yesterday didn't I?<br /><br />I am hoping upon hoping that Betty's Diner is open as I can't go far without food. Yay it's open! Juice, tea, fruit and a croissant for old time's sake! I have checked where the tour bus will pick me up but I am not feeling confident with what I have been told. I go up the escalator to go down on a different one but end up in a different place. The automatic doors don't open so I push and pull and nothing happens. Uh oh! I make my way back through the only way I know for sure and go around the building. I check AGAIN with the valet where I should be and he points and says "see those orange poles?" "the yellow ones?" I say. He says "yes". I don't quite believe him as I am waiting and begin to get (more) nervous. My mind comes up with all the scenarios of what is going to happen if I don't get picked up and as I am beside myself with anxiety a bus pulls up and Sean jumps out and says "you must be Tracey, I was waiting for you down there". "Oh yes I am and I am so happy to see you. I knew I was in the wrong place." etc etc! I didn't go on about it and bother him as there was no point, he was here now and I am on my way to the Grand Canyon. So relieved.<br /><br />We picked up a Venezualan couple and then a Quebecoisian? couple so with just 5 of us it was like a private tour, so good! We stopped off at the Vegas sign for a photo and then started on our journey. Off we go to the Mojave Desert! We drive through the Black Canyon past Lake Mead and Sean points out the water line on the cliff face. It doesn't really rain in Nevada so the water is evaporating very very quickly. You can see from my photos how much in the last few years alone how much the level has gone down. On to Boulder City where we make a pit stop to pick up snacks and Sean gets some bottled water for us all. I had to buy a pen as mine stopped working in the car and I needed to take notes for my journal. On the road again I was the only one asking questions and talking (what a surprise!) and I thought, oh dear, it might be a long day.<br /><br />Our first official stop is Hoover Dam and as we get off the bus I spy a real live desert cactus. As we are walking up to the new bypass to get a view of the dam I see lots of mini rock pyramids that are clearly man made. I ask Sean what it is all about and he says tourists started doing that but he doesn't quite know why. I make my contribution and continue on my way. We only have a very short amount of time for photos so I walk quickly and go way past the point where I should have but I'm okay with that as I know I will catch up when it's time to return. The dam is staggering to see and once again you can see the water line on the rocks. I get my photos and run back to my group.<br /><br />As we leave the dam in Nevada we drive into Arizona and past the volcano with no name. Sean doesn't know the answer so I call it Sean's Volcano. He likes that. As we pass through the Serabat Mountains some road workers are spraying the rocks in the middle of the road green. It looks very strange out here in the desert and I wonder what the purpose of it is. We turn off the highway and head into Dolan Springs, gateway to the West Rim. (I made that up but it's true geographically) Ah, trailer park life in the desert. Unfortunately these people are very poor so their choices for everything are limited. I see the ultimate trailer park porch complete with deck chairs, umbrella and various paraphenalia and take a mental note to get a photo on the way back. (I didn't spot it on the way back, damn, it would have been the perfect photo)<br /><br />Sean tells us to keep an eye out for native animals and soon enough we see something ahead but they are just cows. We pass more and more cows and then Sean spies some wild horses so takes a sharp turn to get a closer look. As if the horses were actors, right on cue one of them mounts another and gives us a show. I clicked my camera just as it happened. Quite funny it was! We drive through the Joshua Tree forest which goes for miles and miles. We enter the Hualapai Tribal area as we get closer to the canyon. These are the native Indians who own the land. Sean puts the radio on and I am blasted with AC/DC, my most hated band, and then Barnsey comes on. I am in hell! All I need now is Nickelback and I will be on fire in hell.<br /><br />Finally we arrive at the first meeting point and I am packed off to my helicopter ride. The others are not joining me so they go to Eagle Point and I will meet them later. This makes me nervous as I don't want to be left behind or miss them but of course it's okay.<br /><br />I am excited as I make my way over to join the group for the helicopter. It's a group of 5 Japanese who don't speak English. Oh what fun this will be.....I get placed in the front seat, oh yeah, oh yeah!!!! I have been in helicopters before so that isn't the thrill, the location is. We take off and over we go down the canyon. It is breathtaking, as you would expect, and I have a grin from ear to ear. We are only flying down to the riverside but I don't care, it is wonderful. Soon we make our way down to the pontoon where our boat collects us. One of the Japanese keeps pushing his camera to me getting me to take his photo. Of course I never take the picture he wants and he gets me to take it again and again. This happens throughout the trip and I want to shove the camera back in his face and tell him to ask his friends who can under-fucking-stand him!!!! He is like some sort of official as he stands with his hands clasped in front of him or straightening his tie. And he wants me in the photo! Do you mind? Anyway, we have a short ride down the Colorado River and it is just beautiful and so peaceful. The driver tries to get everyone to be quiet so he can give us some information but I am the only one listening so I tell him it's all for me! Then he offers to take our photos which is great but of course it is for tips.<br /><br />Back onto land and whilst we are waiting for our helicopter I spy some chipmunks so I get some photos. They are so cute and very cheeky. Back in the hot seat we take a different route back to the meeting point. The Japanese group hold us up just as they have the whole time by dawdling and the guides are annoyed just like me. Now I have to take the shuttle bus to Guano Point and meet up with my group......which I do. I have a wander around and get some more photos. We have a hot lunch made by the locals. It is chicken and beef, I think, with corn, potato and beans and then a brownie for dessert. It's time to head off and we make our way back through Dolan Springs. We make a short stop at the chocolate factory which is also home to the "world's best honey". Just repeating what their sign said!!!! You can see from my photos that this quote may be a stretch of the imagination.<br /><br />On the way home I just had to lay down and take a nap. We arrived back at the Strip around 4pm so I had plenty of time to do something else. I am looking forward to a hot shower and am crossing fingers that mine is fixed. It isn't. I get organised to go out exploring and then go down to reception to complain again. This time I accept another room and am told it will be ready for me in the morning. I promised my Mum I would send a text to let her know I arrived and was okay but my phone isn't working so I get on the internet. It costs 35 cents per minute with a $5 minimum. I don't get much done.<br /><br />I go wandering again and visit The Venetian where the ceiling is painted as the sky so it looks like you are outside in the day time. There is a river running through the shops complete with gondolas for those wanting to take a ride. The Mirage volcano is in mid show and I get one photo. Big deal! I head over to the Fashion Mall but it is closing so I go to the food court and get something to eat and jump on the internet. It costs 25 cents per minute with a $1 minimum so I send my sister a message to pass on to Mum etc. I then email Vodafone to sort out my phone problem but my request does not send properly and I get nothing done. It's 9pm and I head back to the hotel, back through the smoky casino, up to my room and into my giant bed. I am grumpy.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-28949180300182322672010-12-15T15:55:00.004+11:002010-12-15T17:18:38.656+11:00Kittens In Las Vegas - Day 1After a successful 10 year anniversary excursion for Glamour Puss Studios in 2007 it was decided that another trip simply must be taken. For those not in the know, Glamour Puss is where I tap dance. I didn't attend the last excursion but decided early this year that I would this one so here we go!<br /><br />I get the chance to start my Vegas journal when I am sitting in Starbucks at LAX after 14 hours in the air, most of which were night time, i.e. spent in the dark. Let me take you back to the start of my day.....<br /><br />Thursday, 9am and it's raining. It's not heavy but it is a nuisance as I am about to catch the tram to Southern Cross Station. People freak out when it rains, naturally, as they don't want to get wet and it tends to make everyone late for work or whereever they are going. Thus my tram is very busy and my suitcase falls over as I try to take my umbrella down. A man helps me, what a rare nicety. I have been out of the house 5 minutes and I am sweating with frustration and the heat on the tram. Just because it is raining it does not mean it is cold!!!!<br /><br />My snail tram drops me off and oh my god!!!! The queue for the Skybus is enormous! Where is everyone going all at once? I think I will never get on the next bus and will have to wait. Thankfully I do get on and I even get a seat.<br /><br />Check in was fast so I wonder if the plane will be full as I would like to be upgraded. Who wouldn't? I am on my best behaviour. Ready to board I spy Miss Debby who is our Glamour Kitten of the Year but I don't know her and I'm not 100% certain it is her because she is not wearing false eyelashes and fishnets. I make a plan to hunt her down on the plane.<br /><br />The plane is sweltering and the flight attendant tells me it will cool down once we are in the air but until then this is the hottest part of the plane. We chit chat and make some jokes and I think now is a good time to ask if the plane is full with the subtext of upgrade. He tells me yes it is and Qantas flights to and from LA are always full. Hmpf!<br /><br />Ready for my movie marathon, choices that I made at home online, I start with Summer Coda with Alex Dimitriades. It is pretty ordinary unfortunately. Next up is The Tree with Charlotte Gainsbourg. More of the same ordinary.<br /><br />Wait, there is Maybe Miss Debby! Up ahead talking to someone! I wait a bit and then make my move but the lights have been dimmed and most people are asleep so I can't tell who is who. I stop at the galley and ask the flighty to help me but of course I am restricted by privacy laws. I give my name and Debby's to her and she will see if I am right. I don't know how to spell Debby's last name (it's Dutch) so I don't know how I will go. Oh well, might as well get a bottle of champagne whilst I am here.<br /><br />My next movie is Made In Dagenham and it is good for a mood change but still not engrossing. Straight after that I watch I'm Still Here, the doco on Joaquin Phoenix. It's interesting but what an idiot, even if it is a fake. I have to stop halfway through and have a nap for an hour or so. I'm not counting on sleeping much as I get too restless and fidgety. I get up and do some stretches which I am vigilant about. My coccyx is hurting so I watch the movie standing up behind my seat as I am in the last row. I picked my seat online and it was a very good choice.<br /><br />Time for a cup of tea and I am in need of chocolate. I saw some people get a stash of Lindt before so I know there is some on board. My hostie investigator tells me my friend is not in Economy but she will check with the other sections. I ask the hostie making my tea if they have any chocolate and he says a flat out "no". I said "what about some biscuits?" and he said "no". I said "really?" he said "why don't you pinch them from the guy next to you". I'm not doing that I told him and he opened a drawer and gave me a small packet. What a jerk!<br /><br />I select the film The Kids Are Alright and it's just alright. Everyone around me is watching Eat, Pray, Love; Knight and Day; The Other Guys and Toy Story 3. So common! I can't be bothered with any more films now and I pretend to myself that I can sleep the final 2 hours and put on some music instead. It works a little bit.<br /><br />Arriving at LAX and going through another 500 checkpoints is tedious. I am searched for explosives and they miss my head. Fools! As I am exiting there are staff that ask me about my connecting flight.<br /><br />"What time is your flight?"<br />"I, what?" (I heard him say why did you miss your flight)<br />"Um, 10.30 or something"<br />"I take your bag"<br />"Oh, um, no, why?"<br /><br />Then I remembered I was told that they would do this to forward it to my next flight. Phew! He then tells me to go outside, turn right and go to Gate 7. There is no one around in the biggest airport in the world and it makes me nervous. Gate 7 is miles away (it's only 1 km). Back inside I check in again and when I am close to my departure gate I spot Maybe Miss Debby heading straight for me. I stop her and she looks at me warily but soon we are laughing, spraying perfume and checking alcohol prices in the duty free shop. She tells me she was upgraded and my lip curls. And she got Lindt chocolate! Back at the gate I meet Miss Linda and Miss Judy and it turns out we are sitting together on the plane. Our itineraries tell us the flight will be 1 hour and 10 mins or 1 hour and 20 mins, depending on whose itinerary you look at. The pilot tells us 45 mins and we decide to believe him. The flight is also 50 mins later than we have been told.<br /><br />I see my suitcase as we get off the plane and I am thrilled. The first thing you see upon entering the airport are the slot machines and a Welcome To Vegas sign. Soon we are on the shuttle to our hotels and we swap phone numbers but my phone has no reception so it proves useless.<br /><br />The first thing you see upon entering a hotel is the casino! The stench of cigarette and cigar smoke is overwhelming and downright foul. I am all checked in at the Imperial Palace and make my way to my room which has a lovely view of the carpark. I desperately want to sleep but am so hungry I won't be able to. I look through the guest services book which falls apart in my hands and think that half the information is missing. The hotel map is so small it is unreadable. I find a cafe in the hotel called Hash House A Go Go and order a salad. It can't be too big and will be just what I need. It is enormous and I am offered some strawberry jam - fresh! - for my biscuit (scone) I don't want dessert with my meal but thanks.<br /><br />I am starting to ache with fatigue so I shuffle back to my room and climb into my giant bed and nap for an hour. I don't want to get up but I don't want to waste time sleeping unnecessarily. A hot shower is going to be wonder.......where's the hot water!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I push, pull and turn the handle but it doesn't getting any hotter than lukewarm. Washing my hair I start to shiver and the expletives are coming loud and fast. The bath is filling up as the drain is blocked. I grizzle and grumble getting dressed and make my way to reception. I ask if there is a trick to using the tap (one never knows) and she said she could move me to another room and the problem would go away! Well, yes but someone else will have the same problem! I opt for maintenance to check it out while I go exploring. No reason not to trust this.<br /><br />Off I go wandering down The Strip just to get my bearings and look at things superficially for now. Everything is huge and everyone is walking around with drinks in giant plastic glasses or jugs. It's quite disgusting. I stop in at a tour shop and book my Grand Canyon tour for tomorrow. The guy refers me to a tour the same as the one I chose at home but for $80 less. I book it. Getting hungry again I stop at the Hard Rock Cafe and have a "small" burger and a mojito that is 95% sugar syrup and 5% alcohol. It is horrid and I get it topped with soda water but it is still horrid. My waitress has it taken off the bill as she knew I wasn't happy with it and she "wanted me to love it". I left her a large tip, so very unlike me.<br /><br />I have to get home and go to bed as I am exhausted now. I wonder what to do about breakfast and I try to ring reception but they don't answer. I hope the hotel diner will be open early as I will be up at 6am for my tour.<br /><br />Sleep!Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-69603028101331531782010-12-14T17:48:00.002+11:002010-12-14T18:12:15.551+11:00Vegas In NumbersHopefully this will entice you to return over the next couple of days as I give you the finer details.<br /><br />Days in Vegas: 11<br />Hotels stayed in: 2 but 3 rooms. Not for the reason you want!!!!<br />Shows attended: 6<br />Buffets eaten at: 3<br />Kilometres walked: too many<br />Casinos entered: approx 15<br />$$ spent on gambling: 4<br />$$ won on gambling: 0<br />Photos taken: 193 + deleted ones<br />Hangovers: 2<br /><div>Movies watched in flight: 10 <div>Bad coffees: several</div>$$ spent: classified but twice the amount I expected</div><div><div>Souvenirs purchased: 4</div>Dud purchases: 0</div>Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-33489012170084140942009-07-11T21:05:00.002+10:002009-07-11T21:12:51.917+10:00PostscriptI have just read a couple of my blogs and have learnt that I should not be so harsh in editing. Admittedly in posting the last week or so of blogs I did go hell for leather to just get them on the page and as a result I see/read that they could have been better. I didn't think it would make that much difference but surprisingly it has. Nothing of importance has been omitted, just the fillers that provide the adjectival entertainment. Ooooh, do you like that? Adjectival!!! I impress myself!<br /><br />Also, to update, Chris' wallet was dumped in a postbox and the US Mail returned it to Australia. How cool is that? It was waiting for him when he got home! Minus the cash.<br /><br />Anyway, if you don't have access to Facebook and would like to see the photos please let me know.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-74807432224655417362009-07-08T12:12:00.004+10:002009-07-08T12:40:23.753+10:00Saturday 4th JulyMake sure you read this in date order. It won't make any difference really but I want you to follow correctly. It's actually fortuitous that the original post didn't work as I missed out a chunk of events.<br /><br />8.30am, wow what a sleep in! I don't have any set plans today, mostly wandering around. I have aborted my plan for a swim because my scalp is sunburnt and my t shirt tan is really remarkable and doesn't need any help. I update some blogs after breakfast and then walk to the Fashion District. It is not what I expect i.e. regular chain stores etc. What I get is a gigantic Victoria Market full of cheap and tacky clothing and souvenirs. I spy a dress shop that has some quite pretty dresses so go in. I am looking for something to wear to Cathy's wedding but the salesman and I can barely understand each other so I leave.<br /><br />I buy some purple sneakers for $12 and could probably get them cheaper but can't be bothered with a continued search. Everything I touch turns to purple which is fabulous because it is one of my favourite colours. It is the season's "it" colour and it is not the pink tinged wannabe purple, this is the real thing - electric purple!!!!!<br /><br />Heading home I walk down Broadway to take photos of the old art deco style theatres. Just like my fire escape obsession, I check out all the theatres. Back at the hotel I sit down to read for a bit but I notice how grubby and worn out my runners are. Oh, well what luck, there is a Foot Locker around the corner with a big sale on. I pop in and pick up a pair of Nike's for $50. I did hesitate though as I don't really like the air bubble in the heel. After discussing this with my salesman, we decide I do need to get over that issue as they are really comfortable and great value.<br /><br />There is an Anime Expo in town for a few days so there are hundreds of mostly young people getting about in weird costumes, wigs and hats. Each to their own.<br /><br />With 2 days left I have given up on having a good coffee so I sit down in Bottega Louie for a strong cup of tea in a ceramic cup and not a paper one. Oh heaven! My cupcake is light and yummy too. I can watch the chefs preparing food, the staff are sophisticated and immaculately dressed and the food in the deli section is mouth watering. Why didn't I discover this place on our 1st day here?<br /><br />I have another walk around and I really don't like LA. It is dirty and smelly. There are homeless and alcoholics everywhere begging. Some of the men are quite sleazy and make suggestive comments as they pass me. It makes me feel gross. At least in New York, they made me smile when they were trying to sell me a hip hop or rap CD. One guy says to me "show me some love, I know you get down Mama!" Well, yes I do, but I get down to a different beat, child!<br /><br />When I get home I intend to change before dinner but really can't be bothered so just turn around and go out again. I head to the California Pizza Kitchen. I order some mushroom ravioli with a tomato sauce and check the garlic levels with the waitress. I am assured it will be fine but I am soon having my doubts. Sure enough when she sets the meal in front of me I nearly have a heart attack. The amount of chopped garlic I see sends my stomach into spasms as I call the waitress over. She changes my meal without problem.<br /><br />A couple across from are very non-descript but their conversation is what catches my attention. He is using words like, promote, work, I'll do this, that and the other for you. He is rattling off his competitors names and saying they really don't know what they are doing. I guess he is an agent. I am listening hard and watching their mouths for assistance but I can hardly hear them. She soon looks bored out of her brain while he does all the talking and shaking his legs. She offers him what looks like a throat lozenge before letting out a dainty pathetic cough. I hear the word "Hustler" and I "bingo", PORN. This makes more sense to me although she is not what you would call a Page 3 pin up. I keep missing the important bits of the conversation so all I get is things like "I'm so anti.....", "Are you good at....", "Why is it okay to....." He talks about how there is no flirting, he fell in love......she knows I am having dinner with you.....playing with breasts. I really did hear these things!!! I get bored trying so hard to eavesdrop so give up.<br /><br />On my way home I would like to stop by a bar for a drink but of course everything is closed. This place is heading for ghost town status day and night, holiday or not. I find a supermarket and buy some wine and crisps. Chris and I watch a cooking show and I fall asleep watching it after polishing off the wine. Bad move!Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-14469056326588637012009-07-08T12:10:00.002+10:002009-07-08T12:11:27.140+10:00Where is Saturday?I have had major internet trouble this morning and I have just discovered Sat 4th July is missing. Stand by.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-10500577062326348632009-07-08T11:49:00.001+10:002009-07-08T12:08:23.960+10:00Tuesday 7th July and a bit of Wed 8thA 2 hour wait in Auckland and we are so bored we just want to get home. The flight is just under 4 hours and I watch Tsotsi. Unfortunately the in flight entertainment system is not working properly for some people and after re-booting the whole system no one's is working. I miss the last 6 minutes of the film!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />We have breakfast again and I try to sleep. I am restless now.<br /><br />Back in Fitzroy around 11.30am and I add some photos to Facebook, write some blogs and do my washing. Around 4.30pm I start feeling a bit spinny so I have to go to bed and wake up sometime after dusk to be freaked out. I don't recognise the silhouettes in my room and don't know where I am. I know it is not New York but it doesn't look like LA so where am I. I really do freak a bit but try to tell myself this is what I always do, which it is. I go back to sleep and get up when the phone rings. It is 8.30pm.<br /><br />I add some more photos, check my mail and start to get tired again. At 10.30 I go back to bed and get up in the morning around 7.30am. I feel pretty good. I spend the morning finishing the blogs and my photos and then looking at them continuously. I think they are fantastic shots.<br /><br />Well, it's time for some serious exercise so I am going to get Billy Blanks Boot Camp up on the screen.<br /><br />Thanks for reading everyone. I had a fabulous time and it was a dream come true to finally go to the USA, especially New York.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-78495957511544049632009-07-08T11:27:00.000+10:002009-07-08T11:28:41.212+10:00Monday 6th JulyThere is no Monday 6th July. We lost it over the Pacific Ocean somewhere never to be recovered.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-71668779567269509752009-07-08T10:15:00.004+10:002009-07-08T11:23:57.637+10:00Sunday 5th JulyCheckout isn't until 12pm so there is no rush but I am still up at 8am. I attempt to have a shower but the drain is blocked so move to another one. There is no hot water so I wash my hair in a tepid temperature and curse the hotel. It's like a Fawlty Towers here with blocked toilets, drains, 1 elevator for 15 floors and rude reception staff but it has free internet so I have been able to do my blogs for you. Thankfully it is summer so I will warm up soon after my shower. When I get back to the room I put my watch on and it says 8am. I hit a time warp and wonder what the hell is going on. It's then I remember the room clock is set forward an hour and we didn't change it so I really got up at 7m and didn't have the sleep in I thought I had. It doesn't make much difference as I am a bit hungover. Thought I would slip that one in there! The 2 mornings I have been hungover have been flying days, silly girl!<br /><br />I go back to Bottega Louie for breakfast and savour my cup of tea and individual banana and marscapone bread. Yum! A man at the next table asks me if I know who the large group of men are nearby. Of course I don't know but looking at this man, I know he knows and is about to tell me. They are a bunch of retired policemen and this is their regular Sunday morning motorcycle ride breakfast. This piece of information gives the man licence to continue talking to me which I don't want. It is early, I am eating breakfast, I am reading - 3 sure signs I do not want to be disturbed. It only takes 1 or 2 words from me before he notices my accent so the obvious questions follow. He goes on to show me the cartoon he drew for todays' paper and I don't understand the gist of his ensuing conversation with it's political tones. I tell him this but it doesn't stop him from continuing. He introduces me to his friend who speaks at a level 2 below that of a whisper so I keep saying "sorry?" which they in turn don't understand as "pardon?" In the end I just nod and say "mm" a lot and I don't care if I seem a bit dumb because it works.<br /><br />Back at the hotel I continue with my blogs, I am really cracking along with them now and hope you are all reading. Once my photos are up for your viewing pleasure the 2 go hand in hand, mostly. With still another hour before checkout I just put my feet up on the bed and we watch Big Daddy's House. Big Daddy is cooking some meditteranean food and ooh, they look yummy. He is incredibly excited about the dishes too.<br /><br />As I mentioned earlier there is only 1 elevator working so it's a good 10 minute wait for us to get in with our luggage as we watch 2 men in wheelchairs go up and down!!! There are a lot of wheelchair bound people in this city, quite a number with no legs, it's very noticeable. We take the stairs and store our luggage. We still have 10 hours before take off.<br /><br />First stop is the Bradbury Building famous for it's cage elevators and stunning architecture. Next is the Walt Disney Centre where we take an audio tour. It's a gorgeous building inside and out, although the designers etc keep referring to it as a warm and inviting place. I don't really feel the warmth but the garden is most definitely inviting. The tour lasts for about an hour and at the end I leave my Disney biography on the bar. This is a book that I found a few months ago. It is registered on www.bookcrossing.com and hopefully it will travel across the world.<br /><br />Across the road a bit is City Hall, a building so grand and beautiful it is famous for appearing in many films/tv shows.<br /><br />Starving, I have my hunger pangs set on a famous French Dip Sandwich from Coles around the corner from the hotel. It is basically a meat baguette with au jus. You dip your sandwich into the warm meat juices and it melts in your mouth. Delicious!!!<br /><br />Last stop is Godiva chocolate store but it is closed. Oh well, I have a small stash already but do buy a few more bars from a shop nearby. I cave in and get a coffee from Louie which I think is going to be pretty good but I am wrong. Should have known better. When I get home I am going to try this no coffee business as the calories in milk are very high and are the major contributor to my battle of the bulge. It is NOT the cakes, alcohol or lack of ab crunches - oh, I know that!!<br /><br />We don't want to walk around anymore so collect our bags and go to the airport. I buy myself some of my 2nd favourite perfume, J'adore (I know you want to know and why not my 1st favourite? Well I have almost a full bottle of Paris at home). I spy the Godiva chocolates but refrain as they are tres expensive.<br /><br />We settle in for a 13 hour flight to Auckland and I don't feel like concentrating on much so I watch "I Love You, Man". Dinner is roast beef and vegies and I limit myself to 1 glass of wine, how good am I? Then I watch the classic "In The Heat Of The Night" and sleep afterwards. My sleep is fitful with a sore coccyx and about 5am I give up and watch 2 episodes of CSI, the one where Grissom leaves, for all the fans. Breakfast arrives and I have time for 1 episode of The Simpsons before we land.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-11793504128328024992009-07-08T09:52:00.003+10:002009-07-08T10:10:18.657+10:00Friday 3rd JulyAs we are nearing the end of our trip I am slowing down. There isn't a whole lot in LA I want to see which is interesting. Before we left I had every day packed and San Fran was pretty chilled. It's turned out the opposite.<br /><br />I take the train back to Hollywood and arrive in perfect time for the Kodak Theatre tour. Home of the Oscars, I am pretty excited. I feel pretty special to be here and have a smile on my face the whole time. The theatre is wonderful and if you happen to be NVI(not very important) and get a seat in the top tier at the back, you might as well not be there. But really, who is going to say no to an invitation?<br /><br />Each year in September a ballot is held to give away 500 bleacher seats on the red carpet. They start the ballot this early as each person is subject to an intense security check. After the stars have entered the building on the night, you are whisked across the street to a venue for a meal and to watch the show. It's all for free!!!!<br /><br />We are given a special postcard that isn't available to buy anywhere because we couldn't take our own photos. I forget to take a photo of the outside.<br /><br />Nearby or I find, not so nearby, is the 75 year old Farmer's Market which is like a giant food court. It is so busy but I am displaying incredible patience getting through the crowds and find myself a seat for lunch. Next door is The Grove, an upmarket, beautifully manicured and designed shopping mall. I have a look around but it's not that interesting so I jump on a bus and head back downtown.<br /><br />Oh what a surpise, I go to Macy's! My discount card is still valid so I really should buy something. The weather makes me think about going to Santa Monica beach for a swim tomorrow so I buy swimmers at 60% off. The trying on phase is not too traumatic, probably because I am trying a suitable style. I throw into my purchase a couple more Godiva chocolate bars. Awesome chocolate and very expensive normally.<br /><br />My shin is giving me so much pain that I really think I should be on crutches. I wonder how I will manage back at tap class. Time for something to eat and I find that many cafes and restaurants are closed for the holiday weekend so wonder what I am going to do about dinner. I end up at an Irish/American pub where I am asked for ID by a large black man. I say to him "do I need it?" He responds hesitatingly "ahhh, I think not." Good man!<br /><br />I order pasta with prawns and it is awful. I eat most of it but only because I am hungry. I just want to go home now with some alco-pops and put my feet up. There is nowhere open to buy them. I discover that you need a hard liquor licence to sell spirits whereas you can sell wine and beer at places like 7/11 and the chemist. I settle on some Rolling Rocks. I watch a bit of TV and find a crazy woman hosting an entertainment show with a special on Michael Jackson. I get bored, read for a bit, then sleep.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-16319888781163722302009-07-08T08:20:00.004+10:002009-07-08T09:49:32.102+10:00Thursday 2 July - part 2Oh, before the tour starts I get my home made name plate out and place it on a star to have my photo taken. I am hilarious and people are watching me. Chris, in turn finds a star (in fact 2) that have the initials CB so we take his photo and our humour astounds us.<br /><br />It's time to walk down Hollywood Blvd and visit some important places. I get my photo of Marilyn Monroe's star which is unfortunately outside McDonalds, I don't think she would approve of that. I cross the road to Grauman's Chinese Theatre and take a tour. It isn't very good so I don't really recommend bothering. The hand and footprints in the forecourt are what everyone comes to see so it is very busy. I have to wait a bit before I can get Marilyn's without other people in it. The footprints of the women look abnormally small because the actors take off their regular shoes and put on tiny ones so their feet look dainty. It is too late for my tour of the Kodak Theatre so will have to come back. I wander for a bit and then catch the train back downtown. I go home for a shower and short relax before dinner.<br /><br />Tonight it's Pete's Cafe just down the street a bit. It looks expensive but I have looked at the menu and prices online and it is fine. I sit outside to avoid the large and noisy party inside at the bar but the smokers bother me so I move inside. Much better and very sophisticated. My meal is just delicious! Fish with a white bean ragout and sauteed spinach. It really was so good and each day I am desperate for vegies so this is perfect.<br /><br />I ask my waiter for advice on the studio tours, actually I my first question is "are you an actor, as I want an actor's point of view?" The tours all say they are the only one to go inside a working studio - it doesn't matter much as I know what I will see and anyway most of the shows are on hiatus for the summer. I am not fussed on the rides at Universal which is the original choice. I feel bad for Chris as he really wants to go and I have already said no to Disneyland. He is fine though and happy enough to go on his own. Anyway, my waiter confirms my suspicions and the reviews I have read online. Decision made.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-70908472065426388182009-07-07T20:53:00.002+10:002009-07-07T22:21:35.512+10:00Thursday 2nd July - part 1Today I make my pilgrimage to Hollywood. I check out the train options and voila we are there in about 20 minutes. Straight across the road is the visitor's centre and what luck! If we sign up now as early birds we can get 2 tours for the price of 1. But wait, there's more! "Are you on a budget" Well, as a matter of fact "YES". Anyone who says no to this question is a bit silly. I will pay $30 for a 1 hour tour through the Hollywood Hills and then a 2 hour tour through Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Rodeo Dr, Cedars Sinai Hospital - sick beds for the stars and all the places you see on TV. Chris goes off to do his own thing.<br /><br />The hills are certainly alive in Hollywoodland, the original name, with extraordinary structures and buildings that are homes to those who have money. We are in an open top truck of sorts and our guide Bruce, points out lots of interesting homes telling us about their owners/history. As a matter of fact some of the homes are under $1 million so they are not out of reach......for some. We see the home Bugsy Siegel built. Madonna owned it for a while and this is the house where someone climbed her fence. When you see this house you will understand the incredible feat this intruder undertook. Mind you we only saw the back fence, or rather the massive wall, so there must be an easier point of wrongful entry.<br /><br />One home we see is having extensions and what an eye-popper! It is almost 2 houses worth with an above ground walkway between. Phew! Back at the visitor centre we have a quick break and change to a double decker bus. I'm pretty excited but I find the tour underwhelming. Natasha our guide is a born and bred local with a 13 year old daughter so this qualifies her for knowing everything. It becomes evident that she doesn't when she fills gaps by repeating 3 times what she just said, telling us what street we are crossing and the piece de resistance - pointing out a frozen yoghurt store. She was really giving me the shits by the 2nd hour and after mentioning twice that we would be going past the orphanage where Marilyn Monroe grew up, she lost me completely. The tour ends and I certainly am glad I did it as I could never have done it all on my own, on foot. LA is so spread out and huge, the maps do not give you any indication how big it really is.<br /><br />At this point I will digress a moment. I normally write in the past tense but this time am using the present. If I switch between the two ignore it, I can't be bothered all the time to fix it. Will finish here but there is more to this day.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-84335858712290234402009-07-07T15:23:00.003+10:002009-07-07T16:00:03.334+10:00Wednesday 1 JulyI'm up early at 7am because I am too restless. We are heading to Santa Monica today so we jump on the bus and get there 1 and 1/4 hours later, not realising we could have caught the train and probably been there in 40 mins or so. Anyway once there, we head to 3rd St Promenade for some shopping. We pass through a street market with the best looking produce I have seen in ages. It is mouthwatering but it would be a pain to carry stuff around if I buy anything. We split for an hour to look at different things and I make a couple of purchases. We go over to the famour Santa Monica pier and walk to the end for photos. The beach is lovely and so wide. You will see from one of my photos.<br /><br />We start the pleasurable but a bit too long for blistered feet walk to Venice Beach. My blisters have actually almost gone but my shin is in agony and gives way a couple of times. The compensation my other muscles made to help my blisters is causing me a lot of grief. Strolling through the stalls is monotonous as one would expect I suppose and I am glad that I do not make my living this way. I was going to say the competition is mad but that would be forgetting the madness of my own industry. Muscle Beach is a non event for me as I am not into the bulging muscles of show offs. The highlight is seeing an old man in his street clothes doing his sit ups outside the gym enclosure.<br /><br />It's already mid afternoon and our intention of going to Hollywood is put off until tomorrow. We jump on a Big Blue Bus (that's what they are called), get the directions we need and go home. We bus along Wilshire Blvd and it must be one of the longest streets ever. It is a very bumpy and busy road and we are moving at a cracking pace. We certainly do not want an accident now. A young-ish woman gets on while talking on her cell phone. She is is having an argument with some type of business and she goes on and on for at least 20 minutes - until she gets off.<br /><br />The bus route finishes right near our hotel so we go in to freshen up and go for dinner. I look through the brochures and do some internet research for a place and choose Rocket Pizza Lounge around the corner. Warner Brothers are filming just nearby but the guard won't tell me what they are shooting. My meal is fantastic. I have a salad of spinach, tomato, apple, almonds, caramelised walnuts and raspberry viniagarette. I will definitely be making this one at home. My pizza is awesome too and I eat everything. I go home very satisfied.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-65360880350847414572009-07-07T14:14:00.002+10:002009-07-07T15:19:10.420+10:00Tuesday 30 JuneHangover alert!!! My head hurts a lot and the combination of too much wine and the heat made sleep very tossy-turny.<br /><br />We leave stinky Chinatown at 6am on the wrong train. We don't actually know this until we reach Jamaica, Queens and not Jamaica Centre, Airport. After getting some directions and a warning that the cab drivers here will rob us we agree it is just easier to get a cab and spend the $25 it will cost. We stand at the kerbside waiting for one to come along but we aren't in the city anymore Toto, and there are no cabs driving by. Someone asks us if we need help as clearly we do and he tells us the cabs are right here! They are unmarked cars so we would never have known ourselves. Off we go and it was good to see a bit of Queens and the different houses.<br /><br />We get to check in with 10 minutes to spare and they don't weigh our luggage, luckily, as we were definitely over the domestic limit. I am desperately hungry so grab some breakfast and soon enough we are on board. I am so tired I fall asleep straight away. We are due to take off at 8.40am and when I wake up at 8.55, then again at 9.10 I wonder why we haven't left yet. With people moving through the cabin I realise that we are in the sky and I have slept through take off. I can't believe I didn't wake up with the noise or the feeling. Unheard of!!!! I don't remember anything else about the flight and there isn't anything in my journal to remind me.<br /><br />It doesn't take long before we are checking in to the Stay Hotel, a hybrid hostel. We share bathroom facilities but we have a telephone, television and get our beds made if we wish. Next door is the Cecil Hotel which they are affiliated with and we share the lobby, cafe and reception issues if need be. I discover my luggage has been searched as the lock is missing. It's a weird feeling but nothing is out of place and they leave a notice to say they have done the search.<br /><br />We organise beds and have showers, deciding to go for a wander around the streets. We go to the information centre and leave there loaded with brochures, bus routes and maps. Our first attraction is the Grammy Museum and wow, what a place this is. Fantastic value at $11.95 with a student card, ahhem, we are there for nearly 2 hours and could easily stay another 2. Packed with tons of interactive touch screens and headsets giving trivia, showing memorabilia, backstage footage from 1800's to the present day. Anyone with a slight interest in music would enjoy this, in fact if you don't, then you don't really like music. Every genre is covered. Nerida you would be in heaven here, as far as museums go!!!<br /><br />We pick up some alco-pops and go back to the hotel to chill out. I pick up some chinese food for $4.69 and it could have done me 2 meals. Apart from the sirens going off all night, or rather on and on and on, we have a quiet night. It is pretty stuffy though.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261083921671984814.post-57614371419291884882009-07-06T02:59:00.005+10:002009-07-07T14:12:43.124+10:00Monday 29 JuneLast day in New York! I allow myself a major sleep in til 9am then I am off to Chelsea, mostly just to see the infamous Chelsea Hotel to get a photo.<br /><br />I venture north to Hell's Kitchen to check out the Actor's Studio and I go straight past it because I had the wrong street number in my head. It is a very non descript building with a small sign so it's no surprise I missed it anyway. What an anti climax! I don't really know what I was expecting but all the significant acting houses and theatres I made special trips to were that way.<br /><br />Off to Central Park for round 2 on foot. Strawberry Fields - big deal! Belvedere Castle - closed on Mondays. Keep wandering towards the exit but get side tracked by the Loeb Boathouse and what a good thing it is. I stop for a wine by the lake. It's so beautiful here and I am completely relaxed, well my feet are 90% relaxed. I order a prawn cocktail and a mango mojito to treat myself. Delicious! I don't want to leave but I must. I want to finish the park which I do over an hour later.<br /><br />Back to Times Square and I line up for a ticket to see Next To Normal - Best Musical/Actress. It has been recommended to me and 39 Steps isn't on so I am looking forward to it. After 40 minutes I get to the counter and the only seats available are restricted viewing for $85. No way, if I am paying those dollars I want to see everything! Walking to the subway I am a bit sad to be leaving. Apart from my mangled feet I am really comfortable here.<br /><br />I go home, shower and go to the supermarket to get dinner. It's going to be a very quiet and relaxing evening. It's damn hot in the flat and I am restless. Chris tells me he doessn't want to do anything in LA, just sit on the beach and go to Universal Studios. Fine! CENSORED.<br /><br />It is fucking hot and there is no breeze. We have to be up at 5.30am and sleep is going to be restless.Grumpy Young Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671182192221511030noreply@blogger.com0