I never really went to Vegas when I was younger without my parents or my boyfriend ... who now has become legally bound to me. So when I did go it was always pretty wholesome. Even with the BF. We like to people watch, eat, drink and play. But we didn't like to play big tables, and we really didn't go to clubs or want to interact too much with others. Hahaha. We sound so boring!
Well I just got back from a trip with my sister. We flew out for 2 nights to visit with my Mother and her BFF who were having their annual girl's vegas fun time trip. BFF "C" flew out to Hawaii first to see Moms and the Colonel. He leaves for a business trip and they leave for Sin City.
I called to check on them earlier last week right when they got there. The phone call was like talking to giddy girls on Spring Break:
Mom: Hello? giggle. Hello? Is that you honey?
Me: Yes Mom it's me, how are you guys doing?
Mom: Giggle. OMG C! We are having a great time. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You HAVE to talk to "C"!
Me: Mom I can barely hear you! What about this weekend are we ....
Mom: Honey the Casino is too loud! "C" can't talk she's talking to her machine. We have to go now bye!
Sister and I had a great time. Our flights were delayed there and back, but aside from small ants in our pants prepared girls used the time productively. I knit, she studied (Chemistry) and in Vegas we gambled some allowance money.
We really had a good time, and we didn't get into any trouble at all. The worst thing we did was take a long time to get ready and go to bed really late (4:50 / 5amish)
Highlights & Happy Moments:
* O show! Duhs I love synchronized swimming, fancy dives even mish mashed with Cirque Du Soleil's french Canadian McCreepy clowns, death, dancing animal spirit things and spooky music.
* Drinking my much needed vegetable servings in Las Vegas via Bloody Mary with "C" playing Community Monopoly.
* Getting over my card table fears and having another go at Twenty One at 1:30 in the morning.
* Walking down the Strip gawking at everyone. Posing for pictures with BumbleBee and Michael Jackson -- for our boys.
* Drinking Sancerre with my sister outside on a perfect weather evening.
* Listening to the world's most polite doucherella in the taxi queue at The Venetian. He was wearing horrible sports jersey with baggy jeans and a Louis Vuitton weekend bag. He was bragging about his expensive drink (that he was drinking out of a plastic cup ... to go), he was bragging about the thousands of dollars he dropped the night before and his friend (on the phone) should know he's "good for it" to have a good time. He also told same friend (girlfriend? escort?) that he was going to spend some money tonight, they were going to have a good time, and not to wear her white house shorts (or something like this) and put on a dress.
Then he turned to me and told me I reminded him of his mother, because I had pulled out a tangerine from my bag (thank you Bellagio Buffet) and ate a half of it. He was waiting for me to finish it. ha. "My Mom always had healthy snacks like that when we were kids. Always had them on her." And then proceeded to ask us all polite like where we were from and if we were having a nice time.
* Watching my mother wreath balloons together with some thread she happened to have on her person, in her jammies and drinking Duncan Donuts iced (no sugar) coffee. hehe.
* Duncan Donuts
* Knowing that God created the following grown-up video games for me: Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Monopoly, Pompeii, Triple Diamonds SLOT MACHINES
* A group of Jersey boys on their way back to New York in the airport recapping their trip. They might've experienced a "little more" shame than us.
* My sister. My mother. A grown up moment appreciating things close and afar.
** Regardless of the fact that when the boys picked me up from the airport my son was unable to pick his head up out of Tintin to say more than a french hand wave of, "Hi" I was happy to see them.