So there we were, sitting in the Wynn theater, when the lights went out. It was pitch black and I was worried that I was about to be the next victim of a Las Vegas Mob hit when………… the show began. Can you believe it? He actually took me to a show. Sinatra Dance with Me was absolutely wonderful. I loved every minute of it and was thankful that my last moments weren’t spent combat crawling away from the mob in a desperate attempt to make it out of the theater alive. I could breathe.
When the show ended, we walked through the casino. It’s decorated beautifully for the upcoming Chinese New Year celebration. It is gorgeous to walk through. Mr T guided me through the shops and towards the Encore property where there was a lounge that we could sit and have drinks at. The worries of being “eliminated” started to fade as I realized how incredibly romantic he was being. There was no sinister plot to have me taken out and although he may have contemplated it, I was never the intended victim of a Las Vegas mob hit. So what was this all about then? Did he want something?
We ended up at the Eastside Lounge at the Encore. The hostess informed us that the lounge had a two drink minimum per person. I informed her that this was in no way a problem and secretly celebrated the thought that I HAD TO have at least two drinks. We kicked back and listened to the pianos play while we looked over the drink list. Two caught my eye right off the bat but I ended up going with an Almond Joy shot (coconut Malibu rum and Ghiradelli’s chocolate liqueur). Yumm. We talked about the craziness that landed us in Vegas, a little about the kids and how much we missed going out together. We joked about life and even laughed at the rescue efforts that were put into place had I not returned to the blogging world. My one drink quickly turned into two and by the time I ordered my third (they were just so damn good, don’t judge me), Mr T was just finishing his first (light weight).
He was holding my hands when he finally noticed that I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring. I hadn’t been in about a week or so. You see, I am really hard on my hands and my jewelry. My ring was bought long before I had any serious effects of my medical issues and was rather tight. The band for my ring had become quite mis-shapen and sometimes it was painful to wear. Last week I just left it off and it’s been sitting in my jewelry box. Quite sad actually. Mr T looked around nervously and started to laugh. “I’m wearing a wedding ring and you are not. Do you know how that makes me look?” I couldn’t help but laugh at that (while calling him a slut). I have to admit that I found the thought amusing. I wonder what our server at Landrys thought. Then he reached in his pocket and pulled it out!
(Holding for Mr T’s applause)
He slipped that beautiful ring on my hand and kissed me. I kissed him back (for a really long time) and finished drink three while he slowly finished his number two. We listened to the pianos for a while and then quickly realized that we had to hurry home (for the kids, of course)
We had a VERY nice ride home and thoroughly enjoyed each others company. But while we lay in bed in the early morning hours we had arrived at, I couldn’t help but feel I was missing something. There was no plot to have me eliminated and a hitman had not been hired. What’s with all the romance? Then the guilt set in on how awful I really was. How dare I think so poorly of this wonderful man. I am truly the luckiest woman on the planet after the night we just had. Is it really that hard to believe that he just loves me? And as I am giving myself this mental spank he rolls over and says “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about”
See? Here it is…there WAS some hidden agenda all along. I wasn’t the crazy one imagining things. I closed my eyes and held my breath. Then he said it…………..
“I want my iPhone back”