Last night we went to a comedy show. We went to the Comedy Stop at the Trop. The Tropicana is not long for this world. It's too old, too small, and of course I rather like it. The room sizes and heights harken back to the early days. The decor is wonderfully old. You can see a hint on the Trop website. It will go under the wrecking ball or over the explosives soon enough, so last night I was evaluating the possible value of various light fixtures, thinking what might fit into my new house when they have the auction. What I really want is one of those chandeliers. I think it would take over the whole dining room, though, and more.
The show was decent! Three comedians: one magic-oriented and very family-safe, the next English, working the differences in our languages, the third all over the place and with good timing and decent jokes. About the heat in LV:
"I was out by the pool today and I looked to my right and the devil was sitting there. He said "fuck it!" and dove in."
On our way out we stopped at a five-buck bag place and I bought a bag, my purse having been stolen. My new one is the height of class. Black with "Fabulous Las Vegas" blasting on the front. We also took some pix with Elaine's new camera. A nice couple came by and offered to take a pic:
Mary, me, Elaine
Everything went well: we found our way to the box office, got the tix, used a coupon Mary had to save $20, had okay seats, everything on time, no annoying jams or holdups.
Got to get dressed!