Hi everyone, I made it! The flight was smooth. It was cloudy but no real turbulence. Its cool here, feels like the high 60’s but I’m not really sure. The room is cold as ice but gorgeous! I got a chance to watch the fountains before I entered the hotel. They are nothing short of amazing! This whole place is amazing
I had my first show this evening and it went really well. A lot of people were dancing and seemed pretty attentive. Of course there is always the one loud mouth! But for the most part everyone was respectful and enjoyed my singing. Some people asked if I was going to be here permanently. I told them, “Not if I can help it”. Quite a few locals come out just to listen to music and dance. I think Las Vegas has a rather large retirement community. A lot of them showed up tonight. Now if I could only get them to follow me to Florida, I would have it made, LOL!
This one man, nice looking “sixtyish”, sat in a corner at a small table alone for my whole show, (two hours). He was sipping something the whole time. At my last break, this really cute little twenty something cocktail waitress came over to me and said she had a tip for me, “from the man in the corner”. I looked over at him, smiled and then looked back to her. She put something in my hand. It felt like paper wrapped around something round. I took a quick glance down and saw a flash of money green. I squeezed it as I tucked it into my Palazzo pant pocket. Yes, it felt like it might be a chip. I glanced back over toward the man’s table to mouth, “thank you” but the, “sipper” had left. I didn’t think anything more about it and started my last set.
When the show ended I was so tired I just wanted to get to my room relax and order a little dinner. After I ate a small meal… half of a great New York deli sandwich with an astounding pickle, I remembered about the, “sipper” and the, “flash of money green”.
I had removed my show clothes to put on a soft pair Betty Boop pajamas to get comfortable. I returned to the closet to pull the mysterious tip out of its hiding place. As I reached into the pants I thought it might be a five dollar bill but hoping it was twenty bucks.
I have received twenty dollar tips in the past. Three times at The Ramada Inn actually as crazy as that sounds! Anyway, I pulled out the little packet and recognize the bill from the design, it was no twenty, it was not even a fifty. It’s a hundred dollar bill! Any yes, I yelled that out loud!
I just stood there, my hand extended in front of me staring down at the thing! I’m thinking, “Holy crap!” I guess this guy really liked my show! As I unfolded the Ben Franklin I could tell, “the sipper” used it to wrap a chip. I had squeezed it early before stashing it in my pocket. I continued with the unwrapping very slowly; I was afraid to see how much it contained. He had already given me a hundred bucks!
The last unfold of the bill almost revealed the denomination as the chip fell out of my quivering hand. It hit the carpet and kind of did a little dance as it continued to roll a bit. It finally settled, face up. I stood staring face down, mouth open to discover it read, “five hundred dollars”! I nearly pooped! I never even had a chance to thank him, I merely smiled.
I’m a little taken a back about the whole thing. Maybe I shouldn’t be, after all this is Vegas, for some people money runs like water, for others the well is dry. But I am alone here, no Harold or Alice to protect me! I’m on my own. Oh well, I might never see him again but you can be sure tomorrow if the same cocktail gal is working I am going to do some serious interrogating!