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Carol Perkins: Las Vegas trade show

A real life sisterhood is realized in Las Vegas - better than the Tv show
The next earlier Carol Perkins column: Carol Perkins: Guy trusts his GPS

By Carol Perkins

Guy's annual Las Vegas trade show was last week, which meant a trip for me, too. Las Vegas is a happy place to be. I have yet to see the bleak side of this town, but I am sure I could find it. The lights, the shows, the people, and the shops-anyone can have a good time without spending a penny in a slot machine or a few dollars at a blackjack table, or they could lose the house and family jewels.



As customary, we devote one night of the trip dining with a group of people most of whom I have not met. This year I knew only two people of the twelve, but Guy was familiar with everyone. We chatted, mostly meaningless banter about meaningless subjects. After three hours over a meal that cost as much as a new sofa and chair (we were guests of a client thank goodness), we pretended how wonderful it was to see everyone and we would have to do this again next year.

There wasn't a person in the group, except the two I knew, who cared whether or not we saw each other again. That is the business world of which I have a limited exposure. Once that duty ended, the rest of the trip was duty free.

This year Guy was lucky. Not only did I go with him, but two of my best friends went, too. We told people at the reception desk we were filming "Sister Wives," which is set in Vegas, but only a few understood the reference.

Judy and Connie love Vegas, and when we realized Jimmy Buffet was playing at the MGM Grand, it became obvious that they would need to go with us. Judy and I went to the concert. "Do you think the crowd is a little slow tonight?" Judy whispered. "Judy, we're all slow!"

This was the first time Guy had been in the presence of the three of us on a trip. "You can finish each other's sentences!" We have been best friends since first grade, so no wonder we know each other so well. We believe in sharing experiences, too.

We had hit the streets and walked from one casino to another, looking at whatever each one offered, and set a time to meet outside of Harrah's where a band plays and vendors sell everything from purses to Elvis cups. As Judy and I were waiting for Connie, a young man in a booth with displays of creams, make-up, etc. asked us if we would like a sample. Never one to turn down a make-up sample, I was lured to his booth. He began to spread cream in the creases of my jaws and forehead and into Judy's, too. We looked at each other and the giggles began.

The young man was from Israel and certainly didn't understand our humor. He reeled his spiel of how this would change our faces (evidently he thought they needed changing) as we sat on tall stools with goop in our crevices. When he wiped Judy's face, he swirled her toward me and said, "See difference in eyes?" I saw no difference but said, "Oh my goodness, Judy, your wrinkles are gone!" To which she replied, "Give me a mirror."

We ended up buying some of his products because we felt sorry for him. Just as we were finishing, Connie came along. "Oh, Connie, you must try these products." She sat and he began with the goop, showing all of us how her wrinkles disappeared. When he said the products had been featured on Dr. Oz, we fell for the butter cream, the facelift in a bottle, and the eye cream. When it came to the price, his favorite words were, "Can you keep a secret?" As he whispered it to Judy, she thought he said, "Can I have a cigarette." We are at the age that we need an interpreter. The secret was a discount he gave "Just for you today."

The trip was such fun and finally Guy had a front row seat to our sisterhood. "You three are crazy!" he said after four days. "You could have your own reality show." We could call it the "Sisterhood." I know there are many of you who have lifelong friends whose stories keep us all laughing! Nothing better than "bone" friends.

-CAROL PERKINS


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