what happens in Vegas...

a song to set the scene // viva las vegas by elvis presley

What was the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?

My gem and I were tucked into a coffee shop in Old Town Vegas, escaping the torrential wind and rain.

We were on vacation, in the City of Sin for a wedding (not ours!), and in front of us lay a pile of conversation cards, meant for inspiring slow moments and lasting connections.

Well I certainly knew what my answer was, which was something along the lines of sneaking into a state park after hours and skinny dipping with my friends.

I was more curious, however, as to what my gem thought was the most spontaneous thing he had ever done.

(as he’s not the most spontaneous fellow)

Naturally, he came up with nothing.

Lucky for him, he had me, and I could think of one particular and memorable instance in which he recently partook in a bit of improvisation.

You know what they say about Vegas?

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” ?

In what better place then, to let loose and imbibe with The Green Fairy than the fabulous Last Vegas.

And that’s where this story starts: in a circus tent just outside of Caesars Palace.

My gem and I had just sat down for the show:“Absinthe.”

Having wanted to see some sort of show in Vegas, and my gem (for some reason) not as excited to go see “Thunder From Down Under” with me, a friend had recommended that we go and see this show.

Drawn in with descriptive words like raunchy, rowdy, and racy, we bought tickets right away.

And so, on the night of, we took our seats and became dazzled by the Gazillionaire and all of his extraordinary exhibitionists.

In an intimate setting, we watched in awe at the mix of carnival and spectacle; laughing and letting loose of all inhibitions at this adults-only comedy unfolding before us.

At some point during the show, the Gazillionaire asked us a question: “I want to see what you would do for free booze!”

(as the show was best enjoyed with libations)

So, he called on a Mom & Pop Kansas City couple to do a dance off with another couple.

As he was looking for this “other couple”, I suddenly raised my hand and volunteered.

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!”

He called us up then, dubbing us the “fashion couple” in all of our “seventies drapery”, and my gem and I made our way to the circular stage.

Standing in a sea of a couple hundred intoxicated guests, I took a seat and waited, for my gem was about to perform a lap dance on me.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen my guy blush as hard as he did.

Grinning in all of his glory (no doubt cursing at me in his head), the music started and suddenly, he was dancing.

I’ll save you the details (some things are just better left to the imagination), but he done good.

There was grinding and leg spreading, touching and twerking. It was absolutely glorious.

And there isn’t a single shred of evidence to show for it.

As we graciously accepted our Latvian Love Potion reward, we watched the rest of the show on a high.

Lasting well into the night, we felt like celebrities as members of the audience came up to us and congratulated us on our epic performance.

So when my gem, some days later, was sitting in a coffee shop thinking of the most spontaneous thing he’s ever done, I reminded him of this.

“Oh yeah,” he blushed.

Oh yeah is right.

The most spontaneous thing we’ve ever done together happened to be in the city where it will always stay.

The phrase,“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” though meant to forgive and escape indiscretions and devilish behavior, is also meant to inspire spontaneity.

The idea is that when you’re in Vegas, you get a little freaky, you do something you maybe would never do anywhere else.

And the city, she keeps her lips shut. There’s no record that it ever happened.

Like my gem’s lap dance, there will never be any proof that it actually went down.

(pun always intended)

But I know, and he knows, and the audience there that night certainly knows, that things got a little frisky up there on that stage.

And that memory will be with me forever, no matter where I go.

eyes to the sky.

a song to set the scene // sweet home - nostalgia version by syml

It all started when something fell from the sky.

And no- despite the fact that there have been many unidentified objects shot down from the sky in the last few weeks, this wasn’t one of them.

It was better.

As timing would have it, I glanced up just as a shooting star burst across the night’s sky.

Curious to see as to if I could catch another lucky glimpse at one, I kept my eyes glued to the sky for the rest of the drive home.

Unfortunately, I saw none; but, as fortune would have it, I did catch a glance of something else.

Something even better.

Not quite believing what my eyes were seeing, I peered closer as a streak of color danced in the dead of night.

To my delight, I was seeing the great northern lights.

And my did she dazzle.

Like nearly every other Alaskan in town, my gem and I drove in search of a space to gaze.

Bypassing familiar spots where spicy sky viewers harassed the use of headlights, my gem and I wound up at Cannery Road.

All above us, the sky gleamed the loveliest of greens.

Pulling up next to a snowbank, we shut the car off and watched in awe at this stunning display of color and movement.

I was struck.

How could nature put on such a dazzling display? How was I lucky enough to watch such a sensational show?

At the right place at the right time, we then settled back in our seats and kept our eyes to the sky.

Suddenly, I felt a single tear drop make its way down my cold cheeks.

The northern lights took my breath away.

(partly due to the single digit degrees now slinking their way into our cold car)

I’ve lived in Alaska well over 20 years, and my curiosity at this magnificent state continues to grow.

This was our backyard.

This was our home.

How lucky am I to live here, to witness the astonishing aurora?

Captivated by the way the colors changed, moved, danced, and swayed across the canvas of the sky, I held onto my gem’s hand and let the rest of the warm tears trickle down my cheeks.

I felt flooded with gratitude, that Alaska could simultaneously slap us with single digit degrees and then turn around and bless us with this otherworldly nighttime display.

Only in Alaska.

(and Norway, Finland Iceland, Greenland, Sweden, and Canada, amongst others)

At some point, the lights faded back into the atmosphere, and my gem and I made our way home.

We never stopped looking up though.

As I lay in bed later that night, bundled under layers of blankets, I remembered the shooting star I had seen earlier that evening.

Imagine I hadn’t been looking up.

Think about what I might have missed had that star not winked at me on its way across the sky.

It pays to pay attention.

It pays to notice, and to lean into our curiosities and honor our fascination with this planet.

We truly live in a wonderful world.

And with every unidentified object being shot down from the sky, there also lies a shooting star, reminding us that we have a lot to be grateful and appreciative for down here.