Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Three Widows and A Divorcee
I was widowed at age 50. Mel and I didn't have friends that we ran with as he worked long hours and I was busy keeping our house and our rent property. When we had a little time we spent it with family, his or mine. After he died it was getting a little on the lonely side so my daughter introduced me to a Widowed Person's Support Group. Most of the members were in their 70's and 80's so they called me the Baby Widow. One of the ladies decided to get up a small group to fly to Las Vegas. She invited her neighbor who along with Margaret was 20 years older then me. Her neighbor Alberta had a daughter who was freshly divorced and needed cheering up. The mother and daughter were to sleep together so Margaret needed a bed partner who didn't snore or kick so she took a chance on me. She wanted four women we could get along and not hog the bathroom. We got our tickets and vowed to always stay together. The first day the fire alarm went off and scared the bejabbers out of us. Especially when they would not permit us to open our door and go into the hall. Wow we're thinking here we are in Sin City and we are going to be punished for sure. Turned out to be a false alarm. The younger one (divorced) wanted to see Phillis (sp) Diller. Humm I'm thinking how are the two older women going to take her foul mouth buttt we vowed to all stay together. It was a wild taxi ride to say the least but we forgot about it laughing so hard. Of course we had to visit Hoover Dam since we let on to everyone that was the main reason we were going of all places but Las Vegas. The bus ride there was uneventful and calm. One night Margaret and I woke up to find Alberta pacing the floor. Her daughter was gone so we volunteered to go look for her. We found her butt clinging to a stool half asleep droping change into a machine on a row that was almost deserted. She thought for sure with so few people there that late she would win some big bucks. She didn't and her mother was sure relieved when we told her, her daughter was okay. We were quite surprised when we found out they would bring us free drinks (coke of course) right to the slot machines. I think the thing we enjoyed the most was flying in at night and looking down at all the colorful lights. Margaret and Alberta are dead now and the daughter remarried a man with five kids so I doubt she is making many trips to Las Vegas but I hope she is happy.