Gloria Trevi

The next Friday I dragged John out to the casino amphitheater to see Gloria Trevi perform. If you haven’t heard of her, she has sometimes been called the “The Supreme Diva of Mexican Pop” and the “Madonna of Mexico”. She is my age but doesn’t look like it (at least not from a distance). In addition to being an excellent singer, she puts on a very fancy, sexy, glamorous show with lots of dancers.

I had gotten a hotel room onsite at the casino so we wouldn’t have to drive home at midnight. Have you ever stayed in a hotel in your own town? It’s such an extravagance and hard to justify! Usually the only reason people do that is if there’s something very wrong with their house – a flood, fire or major remodel. Not just for fun!

But this time it was for fun and convenience. I get quite stressed in the press of traffic after an event, particularly in the dark with thousands of pedestrians trying to find their cars. And the casino is on the far side of town, quite far from our house. I was also thinking that if John hated the show, he could just go up to our room and wait for me there.

The previous time we had gone to this venue John was miserable, so it wasn’t an unlikely possibility. The problem the first time was that I had unknowingly bought tickets right in front of a big speaker, so it was far too loud and the sound was muddy. We had similar tickets this time (because I had bought both shows around the same time, months ahead of time, before we went to the first show, so I didn’t know any better). Since our tickets were so close to the front, I was worried he would be miserable again.

We went early to enjoy the casino before the show. We aren’t gamblers, but we do like a nice resort. At first we thought we’d get dinner at one of the several restaurants, but it turns out they were all indoors.

It doesn’t look like indoors, does it? The domed ceiling is very cleverly painted and lit to look like evening. But there’s one big glitch in the mirage. When we first walked into this space we could instantly tell we hadn’t gone outdoors because it was cold! This was the first week of September and outdoor temperatures were over 100º. We weren’t fooled for even a second. The air conditioning was so cold, and the slot machines were so loud, that we didn’t want to eat there.

After inquiring, we were told we could get sandwiches poolside. The advantage of 100º heat is we had the pool to ourselves.

I have no idea why no one was enjoying this beautiful pool. They were all in the noice and din, gambling. Somehow that’s more fun?

There was plenty of full shade thanks to the hotel tower, and there was a nice breeze, so we weren’t too hot.

Plus, bonus, we could hear the band warming up. We joked that John should just stay and listen to the the band from poolside. They weren’t too loud from way out here!

We happily ate our sandwiches until eventually the hungry yellow jackets drove us back inside to our room. We had a great view of the desert from our room. It felt like such a spurge to get a hotel room in our own town. But it really made the event feel like a vacation.

Here’s a few pictures from the show. The problem with concerts is that they aren’t all that photogenic, unlike, for example, our camping trips. Our camping trips are usually beautiful, even when they are completely miserable. It always looks like we had a great time, regardless of reality. But concert pictures don’t tell the whole story because there’s no sound (which is the main point of a concert). You can’t tell if the band was any good, but you can tell we had great seats.

All glammed up with early 80’s hair. I remember how we all ran that single curl down each side of our face.

Gloria Trevi had talented backup musicians and dancers. I particularly liked this male dancer in drag. I think I took as many photos of him as I did of Gloria, lol.

It was a fun night, with a happy crowd. And I’m pleased to report that John liked the show too! When it was over, we walked up to our room and watched the crazy traffic out our window. Now that’s the way to watch a show!

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