The Dancing Bikini Girls
Sometimes
I’ll invite my grown daughters and their husbands to go to Las Vegas
with me. I will never
take the two youngest unless we're on a road trip and Vegas is a
side stop. At the time, my youngest daughter was 18 and my youngest
son was 13. This was in
2005 and South West Airlines was running a great deal; $49 each way
from Tulsa, so the wife and I brought our two youngest kids with us.
When we got to Vegas we drove to an off-strip hotel because
we thought the kids might enjoy seeing a free aerial show there. As
we walked through the hotel the girl saw an ultra-lounge with a huge
line waiting to get in.
She begged me to let her go in and she wouldn’t stop bugging me
about it. In my wisdom,
I thought that with the line being so long and her only being 18,
she would never get in. I figured she could wait in line while we
finished the show so I said, “Sure. Get in line.” About 15 minutes
later we returned to the ultra-lounge line that looked to be 5 light
years long. No girl anywhere!
I ran up to the keeper of the velvet rope and asked him, “Did
you let my daughter in?”
He sarcastically answered, "I don't even know what she looks like."
I motioned toward my wife and said, "She looks a lot like
that woman standing next to the boy, but without the steam spewing
from her ears".
Evidently he's never watched National Geographic or saw someone gets
between a mama bear and her cub otherwise he would know that he was
about to be wearing his spleen as a hat.
He allowed me to ride the glass
elevator to the top of the casino to search for the girl.
The club was very dark and crowded. As I walked around I
became mesmerized by this bikini clad girl dancing on this lit up
coffee table. I couldn't find my daughter. I asked this guy that
looked like a bouncer, “How do I get out of here?”
In a thick Jersey accent with his arms wide open he said,
"What, you want to leave?” My
worst fears were realized. For a split second I thought that this
was a front where teenage girls and their 56 year old fathers are
kidnapped and sold into sex slavery.
On the ride down in the glass elevator I weighed my options;
I could throw myself to my death from this elevator or face my wife.
When I got downstairs I couldn’t find my wife and son. I
walked around and finally found them in a trance like state staring
at a bikini clad girl dancing above the bar. The 3 of us continued
walking through the casino until we finally found our daughter in a
hypnotic state staring at this bikini clad girl dancing above a
different bar. We must live a
sheltered life.
~Stoney 2005
