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My Weekend With Michael

2013 October 7


We had such a good time in Las Vegas.

It was one of those weekends where everything was so effortlessly fun, you didn’t want it to end.

We stayed at The Mandalay Bay, where our friends were staying, but went out to play at Paris and The Cosmopolitan on Friday night (with a midnight stop to see the Bellagio fountains, of course).

On Saturday, we had a leisurely buffet brunch, Vegas-style (i.e. with mimosas), and then retired to the pool for five or so hours with nothing to worry about except sunscreen application, another cocktail, and whether or not there was enough sun on the lazy river to go for a spin.

Saturday night, we had an amazing dinner at Lupo (by Wolfgang Puck) and then we saw the Cirque du Soleil Michael Jackson One show.

I don’t think I can explain how much I loved this show – though my husband seems to think I am clearly not at a loss for words about it.

It was incredible. I have seen a few Cirque shows (it originated in my hometown of Montreal so I saw the very first one when I was a teenager and no one on the planet knew what it was except French Canadians) and they are always good (with the exception of Iris, I didn’t get Iris) but this one was transformative. It was everything you want in a Cirque show and much more. It had less acrobatics than the norm, mainly focused on visuals, choreography and, of course, the music. And I love the music. Anyone who says they didn’t love it just isn’t a MJ fan. Which is fine. I suppose.

On Sunday morning, hours after we finally fell into bed near dawn, my husband and I made a leisurely stop at a lovely French patisserie for breakfast and then we hit the road for the five hour drive home.

We got home to some excited kids and they welcomed home some excited parents. Despite how little sleep we fit into our itinerary, we looked at them with a renewed energy. Even though we were all tired after a busy weekend, we embraced our Sunday evening with takeout, stories of our two days apart, and some chocolates from that delicious patisserie. We had to hunt for missing stuffed animals at bedtime, pack school lunches, and then stay up late enough to play tooth fairy. It was a far cry from our previous night at the blackjack table, but just as fun…in a different way.

Sometimes a little break is good for everyone. And a little Michael, of course.

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