My Mother the Diva and the Magic Carpet Ride
As you may have read earlier since I know this Blogger has captured your attention so rivetingly, I spent 4 glorious days with my parents in Las Vegas during the holidays. Yes, no brother and no friends. Just Chica Chan and her parents. So I don't have any wild stories (e.g. African Drums) but I have stuff to tell anyway.
I have this inner feeling that my parents are narcisstic, especially my mother. These people are obsessed with cameras. They feel the need to pose perfectly for every Kodak like moment. We used to send out Chan family pictures with a standard holiday greeting such as "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from the Chans!". Of course, these pictures were of us during a vacation trip. I can't complain because when I was a kid, we used to go somewhere every August. My favorites include: Chans in front of the Golden Gate Bridge, Chans in front of Big Ben in London, Chans in New Orleans, and Chans at DisneyWorld. It's crazy but I think we went on vacations merely to have a new backdrop for the annual holiday picture to send out.
Well, the reason why I think we went to Vegas was that my mother had seen this DVD of her younger sister and husband act in this "Magic Carpet Ride" film that they made in Vegas. It's kinda funny - Elvis music in the background. They start off paying for this magic carpet ride, get on, and then they are 'flying' all over Vegas -- my uncle takes off the bra of a stripper; they punch one of those Hispanic guys passing out cards advertising prostitutes to your room; they breeze through a casino and get a bag of money. It's hilarious -- done on a green screen sort of thing. I know it had planted the seed for my mom to want to go to Vegas. It's happened before. My dad had gone to New Orleans for business and gotten his portrait done. My mom was impressed and the next thing you know, the Chans are in their Chevrolet Nova driving 2 days to get to New Orleans and...yes, the rest of us get their portraits drawn.
The funny thing was my mom primping in the hotel room before going to this place in Aladdin The Dessert Passage. She even asked me to fix her hair! For this silly video clip! Then we get to this place and the Indian guy was trying his hardest to get ME to be part of this film. Uh, no thanks! I'm like, waaaaaaaaaayyy too COOOOOL for that! Part of why my aunt's film was so funny is because the two of them get into it and they're having fun. My mom, bless her heart, was so stiff, you've never seen anyone so stiff before flying on a magic carpet through Vegas.
So afterwards they watch the 'playback' and my mom is unhappy. She wants to do ANOTHER take because she doesn't like how she looks and my dad said they didn't know what to expect. They do another take but it isn't much better except my mom switched to her glasses. OH jeez, lordy. Now the p's can't decide - #1 or #2. People! It doesn't make a damn difference!
My mom, the Diva, doesn't like any of it and blames the Indian dude for poor direction. Can you understand how family can drive one insane?? Later on at a dinner, Mom and I get into a row, I blow up at her, and we're not speaking for a good 12 hours or so. Poor Dad has to put up with 2 on-edge women!
For 3 solid days, all we do is walk through the new casinos, eat, and watch shows. We decide to watch "Jubilee" at the Flamingo. I thought it would be cool to see a typical Vegas showgirl show. Except, I didn't know it would be topless! Uhhh...It was a bit weird seeing an X rated show with Mom and Dad. No wonder the tickets were so expensive!
My TWO saving graces were the spa (would work out every morning and soak in the jacuzzi) and was seeing the Sagers. I'm so glad Sara's parents live in Vegas so that I could escape from the p's!! Although I hadn't seen my parents in months, 4 solid days of being together was a little bit too much! At the end, it was good to spend the time bonding as "The Chans in Viva Las Vegas!".
I have this inner feeling that my parents are narcisstic, especially my mother. These people are obsessed with cameras. They feel the need to pose perfectly for every Kodak like moment. We used to send out Chan family pictures with a standard holiday greeting such as "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from the Chans!". Of course, these pictures were of us during a vacation trip. I can't complain because when I was a kid, we used to go somewhere every August. My favorites include: Chans in front of the Golden Gate Bridge, Chans in front of Big Ben in London, Chans in New Orleans, and Chans at DisneyWorld. It's crazy but I think we went on vacations merely to have a new backdrop for the annual holiday picture to send out.
Well, the reason why I think we went to Vegas was that my mother had seen this DVD of her younger sister and husband act in this "Magic Carpet Ride" film that they made in Vegas. It's kinda funny - Elvis music in the background. They start off paying for this magic carpet ride, get on, and then they are 'flying' all over Vegas -- my uncle takes off the bra of a stripper; they punch one of those Hispanic guys passing out cards advertising prostitutes to your room; they breeze through a casino and get a bag of money. It's hilarious -- done on a green screen sort of thing. I know it had planted the seed for my mom to want to go to Vegas. It's happened before. My dad had gone to New Orleans for business and gotten his portrait done. My mom was impressed and the next thing you know, the Chans are in their Chevrolet Nova driving 2 days to get to New Orleans and...yes, the rest of us get their portraits drawn.
The funny thing was my mom primping in the hotel room before going to this place in Aladdin The Dessert Passage. She even asked me to fix her hair! For this silly video clip! Then we get to this place and the Indian guy was trying his hardest to get ME to be part of this film. Uh, no thanks! I'm like, waaaaaaaaaayyy too COOOOOL for that! Part of why my aunt's film was so funny is because the two of them get into it and they're having fun. My mom, bless her heart, was so stiff, you've never seen anyone so stiff before flying on a magic carpet through Vegas.
So afterwards they watch the 'playback' and my mom is unhappy. She wants to do ANOTHER take because she doesn't like how she looks and my dad said they didn't know what to expect. They do another take but it isn't much better except my mom switched to her glasses. OH jeez, lordy. Now the p's can't decide - #1 or #2. People! It doesn't make a damn difference!
My mom, the Diva, doesn't like any of it and blames the Indian dude for poor direction. Can you understand how family can drive one insane?? Later on at a dinner, Mom and I get into a row, I blow up at her, and we're not speaking for a good 12 hours or so. Poor Dad has to put up with 2 on-edge women!
For 3 solid days, all we do is walk through the new casinos, eat, and watch shows. We decide to watch "Jubilee" at the Flamingo. I thought it would be cool to see a typical Vegas showgirl show. Except, I didn't know it would be topless! Uhhh...It was a bit weird seeing an X rated show with Mom and Dad. No wonder the tickets were so expensive!
My TWO saving graces were the spa (would work out every morning and soak in the jacuzzi) and was seeing the Sagers. I'm so glad Sara's parents live in Vegas so that I could escape from the p's!! Although I hadn't seen my parents in months, 4 solid days of being together was a little bit too much! At the end, it was good to spend the time bonding as "The Chans in Viva Las Vegas!".
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