What Happens In Vegas

Well . . . I never intended not to post for four days.  It just accidentally happened.  

As you know, what happens in Vegas, Gods knows.

So all of you can know, too.

First, I didn’t bring my laptop.

Second, I did bring my Ipad, but it was only allowing me to work in the HTML format and that, my friends, is frustrating.

Third, I had to pay $20 for 3 days of WiFi.  I did.  But it was horrible WiFi and if I was the confrontational type, I would demand my money back.  But I’m not.  So mostly, I just complained to any family member near me who would listen.

Fourth, I was at the pool a lot.  In it, next to it, by it, etc.  

Fifth, I had to finish reading Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.  Enough said.

Sixth, my family is here.  Obviously, I need to pay a bit of attention to them.

Seventh, when we got home yesterday, we had to catch up on TWO Big Brother episodes and watch the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics.  (And in between, watch other things, and then click back to see if the United States had walked in yet.  It’s really too bad we’re U.)

Meanwhile, during the second episode of Big Brother, we kept trying to shoo the kids out because it’s not exactly . . . kid appropriate.  And my six year old nephew turned to me, pointed, and said, “You’re addicted to this!”

My sisters and I cracked up.  And then shoo-ed him out of the room.

I am not addicted.  I am just a fan.  And I like to keep up on the lives of the people in the Big Brother house.  And it doesn’t mean anything that I know the shoe sizes and the names of the pets of my friends the contestants.

I actually don’t have an addictive personality.  Not an addictive bone in my body, as a matter of fact.

I just like things.

Like blogs.  And chocolate.  And coffee.  And school supplies.  And books.  And Real Housewives.  And bachelors and bachelorettes and pads.  

On our way to Vegas, we stopped at a Bob’s Big Boy.  We used to eat there as a family all the time.

The service was HORRIBLE.  

A party of about . . . 20 something came in after my family of 8, and they were served their food first.  We were told “they knew what they wanted”.  

We knew what we wanted too, but there wasn’t a waitress to tell it to.

The table of 5 across from us also waited FOREVER.  Eventually, they got up and WALKED OUT.  Just walked out.  

I would have done the same thing if I was from a confrontational family.  

I’m not.  We all just sat there and complained to one another.  The closest we got to walking out was to stand up halfway and ask for more ketchup.

Then, I had a scuffle in the restroom.  Which is not the place to have a scuffle because it’s gross.

But all the stalls were taken so I had to wait.  I was the FIRST in line.  And then two women came in, passed me, and stood in FRONT OF ME in FRONT OF THE SINKS.

WHO DOES THAT??!!

And, sure enough, some more people showed up and guess where they got in line?

BEHIND ME.  Because they were NORMAL.  That’s how a line forms.  I’m sure all of you kinder teachers are saying “I hear ya, sister!”  I mean, did these ladies never go to kindergarten????

Can you see where this is going?

Because if you think that when the first available stall was open that one of those women IN FRONT OF ME tried to go in it, you are CORRECT.

I whispered, “I was next.”

And then I cried.

On the way home from Vegas, we stopped at IHOP.  Everyone had breakfast except for me.  You know how I feel about breakfast.  But my club sandwich did have bacon on it.  Plus, the ranch for my fries was a bit of dairy so I considered myself all set.

Anyways, our waitress there was AMAZING.

No joke.  She was also super cute and adorable.  We were ready to adopt her.

Instead, we left her a GIGANTIC tip with a note.  We wrote her a note.  Like we were in highschool.

And I’m happy to say that there were NO restroom issues at IHOP, either.

I think that takes care of my excuses.

I was ALMOST finished with my Gold Tags Part 2 post, but thought I needed to explain where I’ve been for the last four days.  So I’ll finish that and post it tomorrow like a good blogger.  Wouldn’t want to blog twice in one day.  (Oh, yes I would!)

So now you know what happened in Vegas.  And so does God.