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The purple menopause minivan January 21, 2009

I’ve never been to Vegas before this week. I had all of these visions in my head of glitz and every aspect of every visual thing being decorated and painted and unusual and unique.

So I get into the airport and there’s this huge, huge screen showing previews of all the shows. The volume was loud but not overbearing and the spots were so exciting that everyone’s eyes were glued to the screen. They showed clips of the Phantom of the opera show, Cirque du Soleil, and other shows. It didn’t matter at all the the luggage took a while.

So on to the cab line outside the airport. This line had one of those winding lines they set up at amusement parks that I’m not kidding was at least a good half mile walk up and down these lanes of people traffic. But, the good news is they moved about as fast as you could walk so it was good to get in a half mile of exercise after sitting on the airplanes for all those hours.

When we got up to the front of the line, it was like a multi- bus stop. There were numbered posts which I think went from 1-20. Cab director guy would give you a number and you would run up to the post with your number on it. All of the sudden, cabs went zooming up to position #1, position #2, position #3 as quickly as you could watch. They’d throw the luggage in and you were out of there like that.

As they zoomed up, I saw these wonderful designs. One of the cabs was painted in roses. Another had lots of pink and sparkles. Another was decorated to match one of the shows. And they weren’t just cab cars. Some of them were small SUV’s and other new cards — I guess never miss an opportunity to advertise.

So I’m #7. The new lineup of cabs comes zooming into place. They’re painted with Bette Midler and so many awesome designs that I can’t even keep track of them. Within seconds all the little cab stops have a waiting cab. I turn to look at mine – the purple menopause minivan!! I am not kidding. This cab was not only a minivan but it had the word menopause painted across the side and it stretched from bumper to bumper. If #8 wasn’t already jumping in their cab I might have tried to fenagle a switcheroo.  What a way to start my Vegas trip!