How quickly the days slipped away. The decision to take a working vacation this early had not come easily for him. His wife had insisted. She harped on about how hard he had worked over the years and insisted that an early trip was an excellent idea. “You take Humphries with you, I can always contact him if anything comes up that needs your attention. You just have to take a break, or a break is going to take you! And the funds need to be replenished. You may as well enjoy yourself as you take care of that piece of business.” She was adamant that the “vacation” started soon. He almost became suspicious about her persistence but knew that she loved him, in fact adored him. She insisted that he go along with Humphries that she would occupy her time with the hobbies she had taken up. “In fact, I’ll enjoy it more since I won’t have you underfoot and demanding my attention.” She smiled at him lovingly and he shrugged. “Okay, I’ll get Humphries to make all the arrangements.”
It was the climate difference that he always noticed most. The air was dry and warm. Warm, it was downright hot. He had immediately broken out what his wife called his “Hawaiian Look” wardrobe. The shorts did little to conceal his knobby knees and the shirt was just a canvas pulled taut over his belly. Before he had left home, he had gone to his bureau drawer and removed the flashy chip with the empty space where the name of the casino it chose to play at would go. He held it in his hand and casually flipped it skyward with the confidant air of a winner. Humphries, his diminutive traveling companion and bank keeper was dressed impeccably in a tailored pinstripe suit and highly polished Italian made shoes. He wrinkled his nose in the general direction of his boss. His boss looked at the expression on his face and said, “tacky is as tacky does, Humphries. Now be a good sport and stop casting aspersions on my outerwear.” He picked up his golf hat, motioned for Humphries to take the briefcase lying on the end of the bed and they were off.
After they had arrived in Vegas, Nick and Humphries took some time to explore the various offerings of the vast city of lights. Vegas. Nick held the lucky chip in his hand and as they drove down Vegas Blvd, waited to see which would be the hotel of choice. The tingle began as they approached the Bellagio Casino and Hotel. “This is the one,” Nick told Humphries. Humphries leaned forward and got the driver’s attention. “We’ll stop at the Bellagio, driver,” he said.
“Yes, sir!” the driver answered, whipping into the drive and pulling up to the front of the hotel. Like magic the Bellmen appeared out of nowhere and began to load Nick and Humphries bags onto the luggage trolley. “Follow me sirs, right this way,” were tossed out as Nick paid the cabby, giving him a healthy tip in addition to the fare. “THANK YOU, SIR!” he called out to Nick’s retreating back. “Nice Gentleman,” he murmured, “nice Gentleman.” He waved as he drove away to collect another fare.
Nick and Humphries approached the desk, deep in discussion. Humphries was still on about Nick’s clothing, but Nick quickly pointed out that the shirt was silk the shorts linen and offered to let his young employee guess what it had cost. “The earth, I’m sure sir,” smirked Humphries, ” but it’s not the cost, it’s the appearance.” Removing the expensive pair of sunglasses he had needed to block the burning rays of the sun from his eyes, Nick brushed him off as they arrived at check in. The clerk behind the desk was all smiles and very polite as he asked for the name the registration would be under. Nick still held on tight to his one chip, a smile teasing his lips.
“Snow, Nick Snow,” he smiled to the clerk. The clerk glanced up and down the list of expected visitors on the computer screen. Looking up over the rim of his reading glasses, he spoke softly. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t see your name registered here.” The chip grew warm in Nick’s hand. “Check again, son…it’s there, ” Nick replied. The clerk, eyes running down the list saw it immediately.
“I don’t know how I missed it the first time, Sir. I do beg your pardon Mr. Snow. And I see you’ve been with us before, I’m terribly sorry for any inconvenience.” He began to ring the bell sharply, to get a bellman to take the luggage and guests to Nick’s suite. Nick waved away any mention that he was upset and he and Humphries approached the elevator with the bellman.
The two bedroom suite was luxurious, no doubt. Not that Nick would be spending much time inside it. He intended to lie down and take a nap, call his wife Gloria and let her know that he had arrived and then grab a shower. He would dress for dinner and the nights play at the roulette wheel. He sat down on the side of the satin topped bed and took out his cell phone. It burbled twice and suddenly his beloved Gloria was on the line. “Hello Darling, ” she trilled. “I see you arrived all in one piece. No problem with the flight?”
“No, Sweets, no problem at all. We have the conveyance parked and everything in hand. We’ll be going down to dinner shortly and then after that, I’ll be at play in the Casino.” He took the chip and turned it over and saw the word “Bellagio” emblazoned on the front. He smiled. “Yes, playtime will start soon. I wish you would come with me sometime, they have some excellent shops.”
She giggled sweetly. “What need have I of shops?” she said. “You behave and don’t be to sharp with Humphries. I don’t think he quite approves of your play clothes.”
Nick laughed out loud and the room trembled. “I’ll knock his socks off tonight, my dear. I’ve brought my tux.” A warm glow enveloped Gloria Snow as she imagined her Nick in his tux…he was a totally different man in that suit. “Good night Darling…I’ll be seeing you soon?” Nick, imagining her dressed in her flowing silk nightgown, whispered to her. “Sooner than you may expect my Angel. Keep the candle in the window.” He had one more call to make before dinner. Although Peter had assured him this was not gambling years ago when Monaco had been the destination of choice, he always felt a bit odd about earning the seasonal money this way. But he had orders to fill and little time to earn the funds …
— Sandi McBride is a resident of Jefferson, who blogs regularly and enjoys her garden and her furry and feathered friends. She is a wife and mother of two sons.
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