And he managed to sniff out a helluva deal for Vegas, too: two round-trip plane tickets and four nights at the Mirage for $1,000 total. We’re also getting in to see Cirque du Soleil’s O for free—God bless my parents’ involvement in the nationwide web of theater folk; a former Asolo stagehand is now the stage manager for O. He’s even giving us a backstage tour. (If we want to see Cirque’s “seductive” show, Zumanity, we’re on our own.)
For everything else, we’ve counted our pennies, rounded up our yard sale earnings and annihilated our savings accounts, all while contemplating vague plans to budget ourselves daily. (Improvised budgeting—that always works, right?) Our bags are packed, and I sit excitedly on the verge of the bright lights, the vibrant prostitute flyers and the great unknown.
Our bowl of change gets sorted into wrap-able stacks–$114.47 worth!