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5 years ago
Vegas vows
Vegas vows

I’m in Vegas celebrating my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary. They’re reaffirming their vows in one of those corny chapels. The guests are wearing fake noses and glasses, an Elvis impersonator dressed in a skintight polyester jumpsuit parades my mother down the aisle. He hands her over to my father. There is an entire set of miniature railroad cars sewn down the dress, mother's idea of a bridal train. I am to follow, with thrusting hips and “a whole lot of shakin’ going on,” while tossing rose petals at their feet.

One thing you have to know about my parents is that they are showbiz people. They love a party and a laugh, sometimes at my expense.  

After we celebrate their five-decade marriage, I leave them and head for the casino. I take a seat beside Carol, a woman bejeweled in a sequin tube-top and faux leather pants. She’s hunched over a slot machine.

Carol is a fixture here, spending every day at the same one-arm bandit, fishing into her vinyl clutch for dead presidents. A few years back, she won $1100 with one pull, but since that fateful day the house has eaten her lunch.

“Have you thought of trying another slot machine…maybe Wheel of Fortune?” I ask.

“Hell, no,” Carol says. “This is MY machine. Besides, it wouldn’t matter. I’ve been on a losing streak since I got married.” She pulls the lever and watches as two cherries and a lemon roll to a stop. Each time the machine sucks down her money, she takes a sip of vodka, a hearty 80 proof swig the very medicine for her misfortune.

“I used to be a high-roller," says Carol "the Queen of free buffets and booze.” She downs her drink and lights a cigarette, blowing smoke at the fruit machine. “Then I met Jimmy, right in this exact spot, and the next thing I know we’re hitched. He was building the Bellagio Hotel when a crane fell on him. Now he just lies on the couch watching NASCAR.”

I have every intention of telling Carol how sorry I feel about her troubles, except her mouth is waiting for no one.

Carol motors on. “The night we met I won big, everything going right, until we pulled up to the Tunnel of Love Drive Thru and took vows to love each other until death do us part. All I ever wanted was to get out of this glitzy sandbox. Now I’m stuck.”

Sometimes people confuse marriage with endurance. It’s easy to do. Endurance makes you feel productive…it’s that space where you spend a great deal of time doing what you can’t imagine not doing, because you don’t have the guts to do anything else.  

Maybe it’s the champagne from the Golden Anniversary toasts, but hearing Carol’s story leaves me melancholy. She looks like someone who could have gone somewhere, though there is now only a faint glimmer left of that glad rags gal.

I'm $20 down at the end of the evening, but Carol lost a small fortune including a sizeable bar bill for a dozen vodkas and a carton of cigarettes.

I want to leave her with some promise of better times ahead, but frankly I’m at a loss for words. What do you say to someone who looks to a rigged machine for a way out of a shitty life?

Then the voice in my head shakes me like a dog with a chew toy. After all, I am a product of my parents.

“Carol, did you hear the joke about the Vegas homeless panhandler who asks a passerby for change?”

She stares at me as if I’ve lost a few nickels myself.

“Well, there is this guy,” I say “sitting on the sidewalk, real down on his luck. So he asks a tourist for money, but the tourist answers, “Wait a minute, how do I know you won’t use it for gambling?” And the panhandler says, “Oh, I've got gambling money!””

Carol’s face lights up. “Haha, that’s what I love about this town!” And with a wave of her hand she’s gone, like a paycheck.  

  1. lostboys 

    Haha Annie.
    Elvis really is still in the building.
    Mmm...Just trying to visualize some sort of crazy mixed up hippie-punk dude (like you) singing “a whole lot of shakin’ going on,” while tossing rose petals at your parents' feet. I'm so glad it wasn't banana peels.


    1. aboreson4 

      Elvis is still The King in Vegas. He's splintered off into a few of those chapels and everyone loves his swagger. Yes, visualizing me shaking a whole lot is something that should be accompanied by a banana peel. Thanks for the laugh, Ian!


  2. uspandeyz 

    Oh, I wonder if I share Caorl's luck somehow, in a different land, a different sex with a different slot machine. I envy her for her perseverance though. Congratulations on your parents golden anniversary!


    1. aboreson4 

      I do hope you don't share Carol's luck, but if you do...there is always another day in Sin City. I must admit, I like to play the slot machines, but I can't justify losing money so I'm obviously a lousy gambler! Thanks for stopping by Uspandeyz! I appreciate the read and your comment.


  3. mads2cents 

    Annie, congrats to your parents on celebrating 50 years of marriage, that is a feat in itself! I love their sense of humor, the way they reaffirmed their vows in Vegas. The Elvis impersonator walking your mother down the aisle and the miniature railroad cars as a bridal train, what a hoot! You described Carol so vividly that I could easily see her sitting there at “her machine” drinking, smoking and chatting with you (sad about her Jimmy). I’ve seen people like her in Vegas although I’ve never stopped long enough to chat with anyone. I’ve only been there a couple of times, the last time was for a relative’s milestone birthday. That joke you told her was pretty funny!


    1. aboreson4 

      Thank you so much, Madilyn. You always write such wonderful detailed comments. I appreciate your humor, insight, and lovely way of finding the positive in sometimes difficult situations. Thank you for stopping by and bringing a smile. Always love to hear from you!