RachelPortugal
02-05-2019, 05:36 PM
The plans for one night in Vegas were made, firstly dinner for two ladies (my wife and I) at Tuscany Suites and Casino then a flutter in the casino before returning to our room at a hotel on the strip to change into something more glamorous to go to one club or another, perhaps Freezone where we had been before 2 years ago or Quadz opposite or even Charlies.
On arriving back at our hotel around midnight I realised I had left my keycard in my man wallet, so I borrowed my wife's key to let myself in while she had a smoke in garden. I picked up my key and returned my wife's key to her so she could get into the building and I could start changing in our room. Well I got back to our room and my key would not work, so I went back to get my wife's key and leave my key with her knowing that it could open the outside door. Now her key would not open the room, by which time my wife was there to try both keys. No luck, so off we went to reception to have the keys recoded. The receptionist recoded the keys and came back with us to the room, suspecting a problem with the lock. On seeing that no lights (red, amber or green) illuminated she concluded the battery needed replacing from inside the room. She called a security guard for him to try his master key. He had no luck, so another guard was called and then a maintenance man to effect a "break-in". So there I was stood in a hotel corridor "en femme"with three men whilst they tried for 30 minutes to get in. I was not allowed to leave because I had to be there at moment of entry so we could not claim things had been stolen. My wife sat calmly in the garden having a cigarette.
The battery change did not go smoothly, mismatched connectors so wires had to be cut, soldered and insulated. Keycard checked, working OK but deadbolt had jammed, another 30 minutes of waiting while they tried to fix it, another maintenance man was called until it was decided we would have to move rooms at 1.30am. Well, we had to repack 4 suitcases before a bellboy arrived to move us to our new room. By this time my wife just wanted to go to bed but I was determined to go out as planned. A quick change and back to the car to drive to Freezone, on arrival in the car park I would not say I got cold feet but realised that I did not need to hide among the gay community, so I headed back to the hotel and visited 3 mainstream casinos Flamingo, Hurrahs and Casino Royal as a solitary senior lady, sipping complimentary margaritas whilst I played the slots for an hour or more. (At the clubs it would have been tonic water with ice and lemon as I was driving.)
I have to say that not too long ago I would have freaked out if I had been locked out like that, but the guards, receptionist, maintenance men and bellboy did not bat an eyelid and treated me respectfully. This unexpected one and a half hours or more of close contact and interaction really boosted my confidence and caused me to wonder why I should expect the gay community, who have enough problems of their own, be my cover for a night out?
I will recount the rest of my exploits in Vegas with a few pictures in another thread.
On arriving back at our hotel around midnight I realised I had left my keycard in my man wallet, so I borrowed my wife's key to let myself in while she had a smoke in garden. I picked up my key and returned my wife's key to her so she could get into the building and I could start changing in our room. Well I got back to our room and my key would not work, so I went back to get my wife's key and leave my key with her knowing that it could open the outside door. Now her key would not open the room, by which time my wife was there to try both keys. No luck, so off we went to reception to have the keys recoded. The receptionist recoded the keys and came back with us to the room, suspecting a problem with the lock. On seeing that no lights (red, amber or green) illuminated she concluded the battery needed replacing from inside the room. She called a security guard for him to try his master key. He had no luck, so another guard was called and then a maintenance man to effect a "break-in". So there I was stood in a hotel corridor "en femme"with three men whilst they tried for 30 minutes to get in. I was not allowed to leave because I had to be there at moment of entry so we could not claim things had been stolen. My wife sat calmly in the garden having a cigarette.
The battery change did not go smoothly, mismatched connectors so wires had to be cut, soldered and insulated. Keycard checked, working OK but deadbolt had jammed, another 30 minutes of waiting while they tried to fix it, another maintenance man was called until it was decided we would have to move rooms at 1.30am. Well, we had to repack 4 suitcases before a bellboy arrived to move us to our new room. By this time my wife just wanted to go to bed but I was determined to go out as planned. A quick change and back to the car to drive to Freezone, on arrival in the car park I would not say I got cold feet but realised that I did not need to hide among the gay community, so I headed back to the hotel and visited 3 mainstream casinos Flamingo, Hurrahs and Casino Royal as a solitary senior lady, sipping complimentary margaritas whilst I played the slots for an hour or more. (At the clubs it would have been tonic water with ice and lemon as I was driving.)
I have to say that not too long ago I would have freaked out if I had been locked out like that, but the guards, receptionist, maintenance men and bellboy did not bat an eyelid and treated me respectfully. This unexpected one and a half hours or more of close contact and interaction really boosted my confidence and caused me to wonder why I should expect the gay community, who have enough problems of their own, be my cover for a night out?
I will recount the rest of my exploits in Vegas with a few pictures in another thread.