You make me feel old.
Granted, I haven't been here for a while and yes, I have aged over that time period. But really, I feel as if I must be pushing 60. At least.
As John and I were taking the shuttle from the airport to the hotel, we talked about possibly coming back to Vegas to celebrate my 40th next year. Bring some friends. Book some shows. It seemed like a grand idea.
That afternoon, we took off from the MGM and walked down the Strip, weaving in and out of various casinos and shops. Amidst the throngs of people. I felt like Moses, parting the Red Sea, just to get down the sidewalk. Then yesterday, while John was in his conference sessions, I walked the Strip again. There were even more people out. And the weirdo-to-normal ratio was even higher. My throat hurt from the smoke and my eyes are perpetually red. Every show is ridiculously expensive. I bought a Chai latte at Starbuck's and it was 40% more than every other Starbuck's I've ever been to. Everything is so darn expensive. And crowded. And high-energy.
Needless to say, I've determined that coming back to Vegas for my birthday is a stupid idea! Why would I want to celebrate a milestone birthday somewhere that makes me feel infinitely older? No thank you! I'm thinking a cabin filled with our best friends . . . some games, good food, lots of wine and DVDs.
Apparently, I am an old lady trapped in a 38-year-old body!
On a positive note, however, on both Wednesday and Thursday night we had delightful dinners . . . both of them were decidedly off the Strip. On Wednesday, we met up with friends who live outside of Vegas and they took us to a yummy BBQ place called Lucille's. Then last night, we went to a Tapas bar (not a topless bar, which is what my husband kept hearing us say) with John's boss, and it was absolutely delicious!
Anyway . . . tonight I am going to try and act slightly more age-appropriate. I might even change out of my yoga pants. I would like to head to a couple of different casinos. We might go out to hear my friend (from high school) and his band. They're playing at Planet Hollywood. I'm thinking that I'll even drop $20 in some slots. Maybe.
If I get really motivated, I may even head back out this afternoon, just to take photos of some of the weirdos on the Strip. Dylan would like that.
And speaking of Dylan . . . I miss my kids.
I know how pitiful that is, and it's certainly related to the fact that I don't have much to do. The last time I had this much down-time? Would have been after a major surgery. And even then? I think I was doing more! I've already read two books. The Rest of Her Life by Laura Moriarty and Silver Sparrow by Tayari Jones . . . both of them were excellent. I've bought new shoes. I bought some makeup . . . because I was totally out of foundation. I don't want to buy any clothes until I lose some weight get healthier. I don't have a ton of $$$$ to waste right now. And typically, having fun costs money. Especially in Vegas. Sad, but true.
Sigh . . . I am pathetic. Truly. Maybe I'll go drop some money in the slots now, just to get my mind off what a melancholy-homebody I am. Cross your fingers for me. I could possibly be swayed by the charms of Vegas if my $20 turned into something bigger!
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