Monday, 21 October 2013
By Marcy Belson
I guess our honeymoon was nothing spectacular compared to those taken in exotic locations such as Hawaii or Fiji or Belize.
We drove to Las Vegas with a due bill from the radio station. That meant the lodging and food and drink would be "comped" by the hotel in return for advertising on the radio.
Wow. In 1960, we were living the American dream, perhaps we would rub elbows with Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack or see Peggy Lee as she was rushed through the casino.
I knew there would be a big swimming pool, therefore, my luggage contained a new swim suit, blue and white stripes, a Catalina brand, I believe, one piece, with "little boy legs" and a built in bra.
First day, I saunter to the pool, jump in and horrors! The new suit began to shrink as soon as I hit the water. I could feel it growing smaller - up came the bottom and down went the top.
Yes, this was the era of cotton garments shrinking when they were washed and my new 100 percent cotton bathing suit was doing just that. I got out of that pool just about as fast as I had jumped into it.
We were there for five days and nights. We went to the same restaurant all five nights. After all, there was no charge and we were young and poor.
On the drink list was a tropical drink served with an umbrella and at the bottom of the glass was a pearl. I'm sure it was taken from a bucketful at the bar. I decided if I drank enough of those tropical drinks, I could save the pearls and have a necklace. I never got a pearl necklace but I did have a very bad hangover.
The lounge entertainment (free entry) was The Happy Jesters and The Kim Sisters. My husband actually remembered seeing The Kim Sisters from Seoul as he had been stationed there in the army.
The Happy Jesters did the same routine, of course, every night and every night, we sat there and enjoyed our evening out. We were such innocents and we were so happy.
We had friends who stopped and picked up soda bottles in order to buy gas to return home after a trip to Sin City. Our experience was better than that. The kitchen prepared a picnic for us to carry as we left for home.
We sat at a city park in Barstow eating turkey sandwiches and petits fours in the 100 degree heat. It was a lovely honeymoon.
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