I’m back. And I thought to myself, “What’s a better way to come back home than to get my non-existent boobs squashed and flattened in a machine?”
So I went to have a mammogram. It was lovely. Thank you for asking.
It also sort of took me down from my high of Viva Las Vegas. I’ve been to Vegas a lot in my life, was even MARRIED IN VEGAS, (yes, that’s right, to my mother’s horror) but this is the first time that I went for reasons other than gambling, seeing a show, hanging by the pool, or getting hitched.
I went solely for the purpose of meeting people that I do not know in real life with the intent of becoming their best friend.
And I did just that. 🙂
I feel like I could write one post a day for the next five to seven days about my 48(ish) hour trip and not run out of things to tell you.
So, with that in mind, I’m just going to start with day one.
My hubby, Hadar, her boyfriend, and I went together. I had mixed feelings about bringing my hubs. I love the guy and all that, but I didn’t want to
babysit take care of pay much attention to worry about the possibility of him not having as much fun as me. In hindsight, I’m really glad he was there because he carried my heavy backpack and always got us back to our room and from place to place. I do not have a good sense of direction.
We checked in at The Venetian. Yes, that’s right. THE VENETIAN. Can you say Absolutely Amazing Room that I would not be able to afford on a weekend? I could have lived in that room. Like, for my house. It had a sunken living room complete with a sectional couch and a little mini-office with a PRINTER. I could get ten copies for FREE. Believe me, I was wishing I had some cardstock to start printing up some classroom decor.
The bathroom? TWO SINKS. Separate tub and shower. TV. And a little makeup chair and table that had the coolest makeup mirror ever. I meant to take a picture, but the time that I was all set to do it, my hubby was in the shower. And he was in the mirror. All over the place. There were a lot of mirrors. And no matter what I did, I couldn’t get him out of the picture. So to spare you (and him), I thought I’d take the pic later. And then I forgot. Of course. This is one of the reasons I was afraid to bring him. Obviously.
This makeup mirror was one of those magnified ones and it had four settings with a little light. Evening, Office, Day, and Home. Each setting had a different level of light. Do you have one of these??? I must get one now. Besides looking at my eyeball so up close and personal and pretending I was an optometrist (A? Or B? 1? Or 2?), I LOVED that thing and feel that I must now have one. The setting for Office didn’t work. This made me feel very happy as if it knew I was on summer vacation and did not need to fix my face for school. I’m still confused about the Home setting.
Do you wear makeup around your home? I do, but it’s more of the sleepy dirt and zit cream variety so I didn’t get the Home setting whatsoever at all.
Anywho, as you can tell, I’ve written almost an entire blog post on just checking into our hotel . . .
We went to Gordon Ramsay’s restaurant inside of Caesar’s Palace for Happy Hour and appetizers. We ate the most delicious truffle french fries in some sort of mayo/horseradish/can’t believe I would like it dipping sauce that was to die for!
Then Hadar’s newish blogging buddy, Christi from Crayons and Whimsy joined us. I was not jealous. Really. I wasn’t. Because I promptly made Christi my new blogging buddy, too.
Christi is fascinating because she basically lived the life of The Holiday as Cameron Diaz with a little bit of a twist as a teacher. Seriously. I’m not kidding. You can read all about it on this blog post, but she really and truly traded houses and jobs with an English (from ENGLAND) teacher. I know! And that’s also sort of-kind of how she met her husband who is from IRELAND. As in, Irish. As in, the most adorable accent, even if it’s hard to understand at times. But he came, too, so the boys became fast friends and let us girls talk about glue sticks and rugs and schedules and decor and stinkers and recess duty and high heels and uggs and flip flops.
We went to dinner at an Italian place that was recommended by our taxi driver . . . annnnnnd, turns out, we should have stayed at Gordon Ramsay’s but what are you going to do? We ate the garlic bread anyway and drank the bottomless house wine. I mean, sometimes you just have to live with disappointment, don’t ya know.