I’m off on a quick trip to Vegas. I was hoping for some glamorous pool time but apparently the rain gods have another idea for me.
Joe has been here for two days at some boozy convention while I have been taking care of kids and working. When we spoke on the phone last night he was all full of questions like “What do you want to do when you land? What are your plans? What do you want for lunch?”
Silence. I want silence. And maybe a bath in the giant tub at the Cosmopolitan Hotel.
It has been almost six years since I ventured up to sin city. My last visit I was pregnant with Nick, which is a state I do not recommend, well, really ever, but particularly when surrounded by debauchery and champagne. It could not be helped, as I had Elton John tickets that were purchased prior to my bun arriving in his oven and I certainly wasn’t going to miss Elton John.
Now that I think about it, I do believe it was my last “girl’s trip”. That shall be remedied this summer when all the boys head up to the mountains. I know there are girls of mine out there reading this that would be up for an escape. La Jolla? San Francisco? Palm Springs? Any ideas are welcome.