Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Neela aasmaan so gaya

So like, yes, I know its been a while but I've been busy with the 'rents. They're in town you know. Lettuce begin from the beginning...

So after having Black Cobra's car broken into and then my purse stolen at Infusions bloody Tea Spa on Brighton Ave., we decided to pick ourselves up and drive to Niagara Falls on the weekend. Pleasant enough drive with Pops very excited about the prospect of eating fast food from chain restaurants along the way. So with a car full of eager participants and the requisite bag of food, off we went. Saw the Falls. Oohed and aahed appropriately and then off we went to meet Pops's long lost cousin/nephew (the relationship is still indeterminate). Stayed one very traumatic night at their place (sleeping on hard floor in freezing room with mine hosts yelling at each other all night - don't ask) we hit the road again and Pops and I were dropped off in Boston while the two docs pushed off to NYC.

Now, let's talk about these Falls here for a minute. I don't know if you've seen them but if you have you'll know what I mean and if you haven't, shame on you. From afar you can see the clear crystal waters merrily plodding along a shallow-bed river, picking up momentum, the kinetic energy hurtling what looks like sheets of pure ice off a mini cliff. I won't give you the statistics because you can look 'em up yourself but I will tell you that no number of stats and pictures do it justice. It's sheer poetry. The water is so clear that you can see the green moss underneath on the river bed and the air is so crisp that it makes you want to dive right into the icy green-tinted wonderfulness of it all. Don't believe me? Here, see pictures. Er, only problem is that the pictures are on a disc at home in Boston and I'm in Vegas. I'll post them when I get back.

So then after a couple of days in Boston, Pops went back to Dubai. He missed us so much that he decided to come back after a week as a surprise to the docs. And surprised they were. Well, Mum was more suspicious but it all went over well. Carefully orchestrated meeting of flights (his from Dubai and mine from Boston) at JFK and a taxi ride home met us with screams and hugs of delight. Nothing better than to spring surprises on Black Cobra, bless her. And the next day, here we are in Vegas with RK.

Staying at the Bellagio in our regular suite on the 32nd (last time we were on the 35th but the dip in 3 floors does nothing for the magnificient view). Pops threw a hissy fit on the plane because I wouldn't play cards with him but opted to work instead (apparently I'm still his little entertainment monkey and must dance on command). He got out of that soon enough after we pumped him full of airplane pretzels and Coca Cola. Bags were out fairly quickly and into the waiting limo we went (manned by a lovely woman with immense bag carrying capacity). A short drive later, and into the Bellagio's VIP Services we are, having a snack (chocolate covered strawberries, cheese sticks and assorted dried fruit) and checking in. Had a chat and a cheese plate up in the room and down we went to give Mum the grand tour. The Conservatory this time is done up showing major American pieces of culture and history with absolutely lovely flowers. This is why I like the Bellagio better than any other hotel on the strip - the flowers. Lovely exotic orchids, plain pretty petunias, tiny little roses. Very beautiful.

A few hours of gambling and into the limo to Gandhi for dinner we go. Food was nice, much better than Gaylord at the Rio. Back to the room for a king's view of the dancing fountains. Spent the evening working and gaping at the truly magnificient view and then as was tired, hit the sack early.

Still on East Coast time so was up by 3 as usual. Lazed around in bed until I couldn't anymore. Did the usual morning chores - ironing people's clothes, scheduling laundry pick-up and making reservations for the day. Now I shall shower and head down to the excellent Spa and Salon for my facialpedicurehaircut. Mum and Pops are already down at the tables, gambling away. RK is asleep since he was up at 3 as well only he decided to hit the tables instead of lazing about.

Alright luvvies, as comfy as this bathrobe is, I must to the Spa.

Oh, and the reason this post is titled as it is is because Pops put that song on repeat on the iPod and I'm too lazy to get up and change it.

1 comment:

Paresh said...

The Bellagio? VIP Suite? Limo?

I'm jealous. Is this what an MBA brings you? Dammit.