Saturday was spent largely at the pool, drinking margaritas (sometimes upside-down) and hanging out with friends.

We had hoped to fit in a special dinner before our Cirque de Soleil show, but one of the key participants couldn’t toe the timeline.  So we made the best of it, and went with Plan B.The frenetic pace of the week had taken some, but by no means all, of the energy out of us, and the result was both a lovely afternoon and a mellow dinner where the talk was easy and friendly, at a slower pace.

I was happy for the opportunity to talk with some of the girls I hadn’t had one-on-one time with…

On With the Show

Then the pace picked up again, and we were off, first back to the suite to pick up the tickets, and then to Zumanity, which we made with nary a minute to spare.

The show they put on is nothing short of awe-inspiring.

Gorgeous bodies in all shapes and flavors – man, woman, black, white, large, small, straight, gay, lesbian and trans – bawdy humor, feats of strength and grace… wow!

To say there was a man spinning inside a large metal ring, or a woman hula hooping up and down a 5-storey rope, or a couple defying gravity in their sexual acrobatics, or two naked women dancing and slithering and writhing with each other into and out of a large bowl of water… these don’t begin to describe the spectacle!

…but it was all so strangely… unarousing!  (Now is not the time to speculate on why, and I don’t even have a working theory yet.)

A Show of Our Own

As we filed out of the theater, a few of us resolved to get out on the strip and take a few nice shots. (Why should this moment be different than the rest of the week – I had over 1,000 shots by that time, but no matter…)

It is an understatement to say that we cannot walk through a casino or on the strip unnoticed… even in a jaded city like Las Vegas.  No doubt, most of the spectacle was provided by my friends, next to whom I look like some small town girl.  After all, they were each over 6’ tall with bright blonde hair and dressed in shiny PVC, while I was a demure little redhead, barely 5’9” in heels and a floral print dress.

But that works for all of us.