One of the main things I wanted to do in Las Vegas was to see a Cirque du Soleil show. When they come on t.v., I’ll sit there for hours, happily entranced until the hubby comes in and demands that we stop watching “the weird people”. When I found out that my sister-in-law had been dying to see “O” and her birthday would also be falling on the Wednesday of our trip, I begged the hubby to get us tickets. We arranged for them while we were still in Alabama, so they would be waiting on us when we got to Las Vegas. Or so we thought. Heh.
What follows is a true story.
We arrived in Las Vegas and checked in at our hotel. While we were checking in, the hubby asked the concierge for our tickets. He explained that we did indeed have tickets, but sometime between then and Wednesday (the day of our show), we would need to run by the Cirque du Soliel desk at the Bellagio, show them a picture ID, and they would give us our tickets. He advised against waiting until right before the show, because the lines tend to get very long. So, Monday, during our jaunt up the strip, we stopped by the desk at the Bellagio to pick up our tickets.
Fast forward 20 minutes.
Mr. Bubblesknits: Hi, we’re here to pick up our show tickets. (hands over ID)
Lady: (clickety, clickety on the keyboard) Do you have your vouchers?
Mr. Bubblesknits: What vouchers? The concierge at our hotel just told us to show you a picture ID.
Lady: Your tickets were booked using Travelocity. In order to give you your tickets, I need the vouchers. Your hotel should have given them to you.
Mr. Bubblesknits and I look at each other, grit our teeth, and wish the Lady a good day. We walked away a short distance from the desk before the hubby called the concierge to confirm all this.
Concierge: I’m so sorry, Mr. Bubblesknits, she’s absolutely right. I have your vouchers right here. The good thing is that you can redeem these for your tickets at any Cirque du Soleil desk, including the one right across the street at Treasure Island.
Mr. Bubblesknits (who has the patience of Jobe): Okay.
Fast forward to Wednesday morning. The hubby has picked up the vouchers and has walked across the street to Treasure Island.
Mr. Bubblesknits: (stands, waits, scratches self….20 minutes later hands vouchers to 2nd Lady)
2nd Lady: I’m sorry, Mr. Bubblesknits. These vouchers can only be redeemed at the “O” desk at The Bellagio.
Mr. Bubblesknits: WHA????
By this point, I’m on the phone with the concierge. We’ll skip to the end of that lovely conversation, which ended with us getting a credit for our stay that night.
Fast forward 1 more hour, after Mr. Bubblesknits has walked alllll the way back down the strip to The Bellagio, grumbling the whole way. He stands in line for another 20 minutes at the “O” desk, finally gets to the front, and hands the 3rd Lady the “Freakin’ Vouchers”.
Mr. Bubblesknits: Can I please have our tickets now?
3rd Lady: (clickety, clickety on the computer…looks at vouchers, looks rather confused) Um..sir? These ARE your tickets.
I’m sure you can imagine the look on Mr. Bubblesknit’s face at that point.
Thank the good Lord in Heaven that the seats were amazing (3rd row from the stage, almost dead center) and the show was absolutely jaw-dropping. Otherwise, I think the hubby and I would have gone slightly insane and I’d be posting from jail right now. 
No pictures of the show (that’s a no-no, of course), but I figured the “getting there” story would be a post in and of itself. lol Here’s a link to the Cirque du Soleil Official Site if you’d like to see a description of the show and the trailer.
Pictures of the fountains to come soon.
Bubblesknits
