I don’t know exactly how to begin this little saga called Vegas Baby but I will give a few highlights of our trip.
It began really awesome. If you didn’t know this already, please read carefully, going ANYWHERE without three small children is awesome. I don’t care if you’re taking the garbage to the dumpster, alone. . . it’s awesome. As we arrived at the airport I got that dreaded horrible airport feeling in my stomach and then I realized I wasn’t going to have to wrangle the kids through security taking all 6 shoes off their feet to walk through the metal detector to prove I am not raising terrorists, well. . . just not that kind of terrorists. And all of a sudden I felt great. We breezed through the lines, I even bought some magazines at the airport for our plane ride. I even could handle the airsick nauseous feeling I get when I fly because I didn’t have to worry about six little ears popping and figuring out when and how they would eat, nap, pee. Immediately after arriving in Las Vegas Aaron and I felt so irresponsible, guilty, and selfish. And the feeling NEVER left! The entire time we were eating or reading or laying by the pool we felt as if we had forgotten 3 little very important people.
I know that sounds strange but we have never really gone anywhere without them, even a full day trip, so we really felt awkward. I was constantly checking behind me and checking my watch to make sure we weren’t missing a nap or bedtime, it took a full 24 hours to shake that.
But we did.
We had a blast. I really didn’t get the quantity of sleep I was planning to get, but come on, it’s Vegas. We went with 2 other couples who we have a lot of history with and we don’t get to see that often, and we all travelled very well together.
One of my husband’s close friends, let’s call him A. Unfortunately, years ago, A had a sports related injury that never quite was fixed. Obviously he isn’t related to me because my family would’ve had every specialist in the country checking on A’s foot. Well, his foot was kind of in for it with all the walking you do in Vegas. And sure enough after the first night on the strip he couldn’t get out of bed. As he and his wife were about to give up on their vacation, Mama Deborah came out full throttle. We rotated Motrin and Aleve every few hours and I found a wheelchair rental and thus gave birth to our new addition we like to affectionately refer to as “Gimpy”.
Okay, there is nothing funny about handicapped people. Nothing. But there is something funny when your friend is not handicapped and everyone is lead to believe he is handicapped. Especially when you wheel him into Nobu at the Hard Rock Hotel and parallel park him at the table. You can imagine the time Aaron had with this development. My stomach is still hurting from all the laughing we did this weekend. We took turns pushing A around and whenever Aaron had his turn, poor A was just wheeled up to a wall, and left there for several minutes. Or in an elevator he would wheel him in, back towards everyone, facing the corner. If you would like more offensive stories I would be happy to share in a less public forum.
Our dinner at Nobu.
Our hotel was off the strip, we stayed at the Ritz on Lake Las Vegas, and I would stay there again in a heartbeat. One can only take so much smoke and casinos. Here’s some favorite pics of mine from the hotel.
And this was the angle I saw a LOT of the time. Very relaxing. I finished my first novel in years, very liberating. I highly recommend it too. Disturbing, but very inspirational.
We did a lot of touring of all the hotels. We saw Mandalay Bay, New York New York, Bellagio, Venetian, Wynn, Hard Rock, and I seriously cannot remember the rest. And please don’t have a heart attack, I was just posing at the slot machine. That was taken right before I was informed by my friend that it’s illegal to take pictures inside the casino. Oops.
Both Aaron and A were Vegas virgins and I think they were pretty taken aback. Who wouldn’t be? That place is CRAAAAAZY! What makes these women think it’s okay to wear that in public? I don’t think most people would wear that to bed, let alone to a show or restaurant! Lots of spandex, lots of skin, lots of lights, glitz, and glam. But everyone has gotta see it at least once. It’s an experience. I still can’t get over how many of these monstrous hotels are on top of each other in three square miles and all are packed with people and make a ton of money. Some people shots. . . not of the the spandex wearing ones, of us. . .
We learned the hard way that Sundays are not the ideal day to come home. It’s a very ridiculous day to be flying out of Vegas. We learned this after checking in for our flight, sending our bag onto the plane, receiving a boarding pass and then being told that they oversold the flight, like by 30 seats! And first available was 10PM that night. We said thank you but no thank you and decided to rent a car and make the 4 hour drive home. I needed to see my babies by this point. And let me tell you, I drove straight through those four hours with not a single water break, bathroom break, no stop for lunch, I just needed to get home. And here I sit waiting for US Airways to drop off my luggage that arrived earlier today at LAX on the plane we were supposed to be on.
All in all, we had a blast, but it’s so good to be back with my little people.