Here I am sitting in the Las Vegas airport (or at least I was when I wrote this post) waiting for my flight back home to my boys. The excitement of this airport gate is about the same excitement of my entire trip. The most scandalous thing about my trip was when the TSA woman pulled me aside to inform me that a button on my shirt had popped open in a most scandalous spot. I know, I'm crazy!!!
I got here Wednesday afternoon and sat in my hotel room at the Encore responding to emails and, what else, writing and reviewing contracts. I was starving by 5:00 pm and after reviewing all the nearby restaurants, determined that I didn't feel like eating alone in a 5 star restaurant while surrounded by lovey dovey couples. Plus, I didn't think my boss would appreciate me expensing a $150 dinner. So i decided to order room service instead...because that would be cheaper, right? So instead of paying upwards of $100 for an amazing meal, I spent $60 on a subpar room service salad and pasta. I think the room service lady expected to see an 80 year old woman when she knocked on the door to deliver it...at 5:30 pm. Listen!!! It was 7:30 San Antonio time!!! I took my first bubble bath since the day my water broke and went to bed at 7:30. Not ashamed. You'd think I'd have slept like a baby in that giant bed all by myself. And I did. The problem? I slept like MY baby...the one who wakes up 6 times a night. I didn't realize how often I wake up to make sure he is breathing until I was 1000 miles away from him and couldn't just peek over to check. Hello neurotic!! And I wonder why jack is so high strung?
Anyway, the next day was filled with seminars about the joys of being an insurance in house attorney. But the night!! The one thing I was actually looking forward to in Vegas: the buffet! My boss and I decided to put the "sin" in "sin city" went to the buffet at the Aria where I ate a gluttonous amount of crab legs, Indian food, sushi, mussels, and leg of lamb. Oh, and these horseradish potato things....and shot glasses filled with tiny little salads, desserts, and ceviche. Tell me how it is acceptable to eat such a freakishly strange, disconnected assortment of food at a buffet? If I went to a restaurant and ordered crab legs with naan and mint chutney, I'd get very strange stares. Yet it works so well if it's all laid out assembly-line fashion. And get this....the entire ocean of seafood that I consumed was half the price of my room service boring pasta and salad. I can only imagine the damage I could have done at that buffet if I wasn't trying to be ladylike around my boss. I already told her I was going to punch her in the face...I'm on thin ice here, people!
At the urging of Chelsea, I stuck a $20 in the slot machine on my way out of the Aria. My only requirement was that I did a machine with a lever. None of this push the button crap for me. I wanted some old school lever pulling. I won $6 after about 2 minutes. The guy next to me won $100 and blew it all in literally a minute. I decided if I won more than $10, I'd walk away. After about 5 minutes, I was up $4 and tired. So I cashed out my big winnings in anticipation of buying half of a drink and left.
I got back to the hotel and talked to my baby sister who was camping just a couple hours away from me. I miss her and it was depressing to be so close yet so far away from her.She will reach her destination of San Francisco in just a few short days. They are still short of their team fundraising goal so if you haven't donated yet, please consider it. http://www.biketheusforms.org/cyclists/detail_full.asp?c=Bridget_McCartney
Friday was more seminars and sneaking out to catch my flight. And now I sit here watching people lose money at the airport slot machines. Like probably most everyone here, I have a terrible headache. The only difference is that I only had one adult beverage in my entire time in Las Vegas. So I have a hunch that my headache may have a different stressor behind it than the rest of these more exciting people.
So there ya have it... What happens in Vegas goes on the interwebs for all the world to read. I bet you wish it'd have stayed in Vegas so you could have these last 5 minutes of your life back. Well tough! Now off to find out how to invest my big winnings into a CD. Or maybe into that machine calling me with it's siren song of, "WHEEL. OF. FORTUNE!!!!!"
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