Notes from Vegas
I know this is late but… The Rofl awards are back, thanks to Oh the Joys and Chicky, Chicky Baby. If you haven’t seen their list yet, take a look. But don’t forget to read the one I nominated from Hola Isabel on her recent vacation at a nudist resort.
Speaking of vacays… I’ve been out of town for a few days. (Hence lateness of this ROLF mention.) Vegas to be exact. Its been awhile since I’ve been to Vegas (at least ten years) and even then it was for work. So this experience has been much different. There are things I couldn’t help but notice…
* Do women have to have boobs a certain size before they let you into this city? Seriously. The locals, tourists… almost every woman has big chi-chi’s, be them store bought or real. (If so, how did I get in?)
* Saw the “Blue Man Group”. Very clever, creative and cool. I can see why they are so popular. Throughout most of the show I thought, “Seth would think this is the coolest thing ever!” and “If Seth saw BMG, he’d want to be one of them for Halloween!” Suffice to say, its not just a show, its an experience.
*”The Blue MOM Group”. Between all of the great parentbloggers out there, we could put all kinds of funny material together. Who’s with me now?
*The hotel we’re staying in ROCKS. Newly built and purty.
*You can easily spend $100 on alcohol for two people in less than a day’s time. That sounds like alot of booze but… If you and the hubs have a drink by the pool in the afternoon, a drink at dinner, and later a few at a club? And those drinks are anywhere from $14-16 a piece not including tip? Oy.
* You know that scene in Sound of Musicwhere Maria makes the Von Trapp children play clothes out of her bedroom drapes? We went to a club where girls (in their early 20’s wearing outfits that looked as if they were made up of a few strands of shiney, black dental floss) were dancing on little round stages that looked like big tree stumps. While wearing jeans and a short-sleeve shirt, I had a “Maria Moment” where I felt strongly compelled to turn my pair of jeans into outfits for all seven of the teeny, tiny go-go girls. (Being that these girls are size 0 to 00, it really would only take one pant leg!)
*My husband and I danced next to two of these girls. I told him, “Enjoy it now. This is as close to a threesome as you’ll ever get.”
*Oh and a bouncer of the club we went to Sunday night? Used to live in a town right next to the ours. Small world. Eh?
It has been a great trip thus far. But I’m missing my little boy. He’s my home. And with him is where I belong.
The support I received after this post was amazing. (Thankfully, the scary ordeal is no longer “scary” nor an “ordeal”.) But I wanted to thank everyone who took time to read the post and comment. So I’ll be thanking a group of people as a part of each post until I’ve thanked everyone.
So thanks to Mom 101, Jeannette, Hol, Jennifer, Lin, Mrs. Chicken, Cynematic, MMP, Maracee, Debbie, Jan, Jen, Queen of Spain, Slouching Mom, Tami, Megan, Kirsten, and Sarah.










