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By Carol Perkins

Each year Guy and I go to Las Vegas for an industrial trade show (I go to be going), and each year we dine with three other couples whom we don't see except from year to year. The CEO of this company takes us to a nice restaurant and to a show. This year we saw Celine Dion. Guy avoids plays/concerts/shows, but he had to go and no one could go home not feeling overwhelmed by her talent.

We stayed at the Flamingo Hotel, which is the home of the Donny and Marie Show. (You probably know where this is headed.) While he was attending the trade show and I was exploring the hotel, I found myself at the box office. "Do you have tickets left?" I asked. Yes, they did, but the price was $135 each. I sighed. She asked me if I was over sixty-five. (Was this girl blind?) The price miraculously dropped to $48 each!

Guy avoids noisy crowds and does not like concerts except for the Statler Brothers. (One time he went to Renfro Valley to see the Chuck Wagon gang and bought two tickets so he wouldn't have to sit next to anyone!) I broke this to him gently and the night of the show, we lined up with other senior citizens, but only when we were seated at a table for four with six chairs around it did he begin to twitch.

"I don't have room for my feet," he grunted as we squeezed around this tiny table. Patrons pushed against our chairs, flipping him forward, as they moved down the aisle; it was a nightmare, but once the lights went down and Donny and Marie took the stage, I loved every minute of it. "Aren't they great?" I leaned over and yelled over the music. "No, they look like wax figures and act like teenagers." I looked over once and he was staring at the ceiling. Another time he was looking to the back. "There are some empty seats back there away from this crowd." I pretended I couldn't hear him. As we were walking out to the waving of a girl with CD's in her hand, I asked if he wanted an autographed copy. "I'll get you one for Christmas."

Even though voted as the Best Show in Las Vegas many times, Guy would rather have been back in the room watching a rerun of a Hallmark movie. However, he is a good sport and when all else fails, I know I can count on him to endure moments like this even when he says, "Don't expect me to do this again." Then, of course, AGAIN comes around and we're off-again.

Copies of Carol and Susan's book, Edmonton (1940-2018) is available at the Edmonton State Bank in Glasgow, Bowling Green, and many places in Edmonton. Also at Amazon.

This story was posted on 2018-11-08 06:10:22
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