It really wasn't any big deal...but I'm sure some of my more "commandment abiding" friends...and you know who you are..(or think you are) will gasp in horror...and besides...how much trouble could I get into in Vegas? Keep the answer to yourselves....
Blondey had meetings there all week and thought it would be nice if I flew in to join him for the weekend. I had really only been "through" Las Vegas on my way to Phoenix, unless you count the time we ventured to a McDonalds...in the "bad" part of Vegas where we were the only four... uh...American-Americans. Really...I expected to hear gunfire any second and someone demanding an egg muffin...and he wasn't gonna GIVE a rat's ass if it WAS after 10:30am...
I flew from Idaho Falls, to Salt Lake City, then on to Vegas. Everything went fine...flight was nice and uneventful. Even though I am a very social person, something about being on an plane by myself and I automatically go into "vaca" mode. I want to sit alone, read ,sip my Diet Coke,and glare at people. This is my way to keep them from talking to me. Usually my trick works, and I can enjoy my flight uninterrupted...because...unless you're George Clooney sitting beside me...I could pretty much care less about how many grandchildren/children you have, or where your final destination may be.
Blondey was still in meetings for another 3 hours..so I deplaned...found my shuttle...and off I went to The Venetian. I walk into the lobby, and immediately tripped over my jaw. I wanted to yell in my best "hick" accent..."this sure as hell ain't the Shilo Inn" The place was magnificient. As the name suggests, the whole hotel has an Italian theme. Huge arched ceilings , marble floors, and paintings all over the walls. Everything was larger than life. I check in...grab my door card...and off I go. I immediately spotted a gelato place and made a mental note on how to find my way back to it. The room had the same decor as the lobby...only on a much smaller scale of course. The shades on the windows could be raised and lowered by remote control...and yes...I did raise and lower the shades at least ten times in row just to watch them go up and down. The room also had three flat screens...one in the bathroom. I promptly turned all three on at one time so I could watch three different football games. I checked out the mini-bar and then decided to go get some ice. I opened the door to the ice room..and was immediately hit by this stench....very strong...yet vaguely familiar. I grabbed my ice and left as fast as I could. I was headed in the door of my room when I realized the smell was pot. Blondey finally made it to the hotel, and off we went to "Tao" for dinner...yummo, and then out for some Gelato. We walked all over the hotel for the next couple of hours. The hotel had a great shopping area called the "Grand Canal Shoppes"..with the shops set along a winding indoor river. After this we jumped in the rental car and drove down the strip...we rented a 2010 red Camaro...yes...it was totally "bitchin"...So about this time...we head back to the hotel room....FYI...it had been about three hours since I had my spumoni gelato...I go into the bathroom, look into the mirror...and to my horror...I had a strip of dried spamoni gelato, all down my chin...it sort of looked like an elongated "soul patch". I had been all over Las Vegas on a Saturday night with spumoni gelato all over my chin!!!! Needless to say...I was furious with Blondey for not pointing out what I felt was obviously...obvious... He claimed to have not noticed it....
The next day we walked up and down the strip...went to the "Coke" store...the M and M store...had a small disagreement about whether or not I would have my picture taken with a "big ass" snake around my neck...Blondey shouting no...me shouting yes...and had lunch at the Harley-Davidson cafe. I drove the "bitchin" camaro to the airport, in a way that one would drive any muscle car that was a rental...let's just say B's adrenalin level didn't go back to normal for a few hours....I loved every minute of it. We arrived in plenty of time to catch our flight...we boarded...and as we were doing so....a thunderstorm moved in. We could not take off because the lightening was unsafe for the ground crew to back the plane out. We sat on the plane for almost 3 1/2 hours. I read everything I had brought...ate everything edible in my purse...suggested to B that we join the "mile high club"...he just gave me that familiar stare like I had just sprouted another head. I took that as a "no"...but then again...for true admittance into the "mile high club"...you have to actually be off the runway. We finally took off with just enough time left to miss our connecting flight from Salt Lake City to Idaho Falls...As we took off, we hit some turbulence like I have never felt before...people started screaming...one lady started bawling...this was totally the flight from hell.
we finally landed in SLC..grabbed a rental car...a nice Cady CTS-V...I let B drive about halfway home...then I took over...told him to go to sleep...popped in my Ipod and got us home in ....well...let's just say...earlier than I thought we would get home....
All in all...it was a jammed packed, fun-filled, all too short weekend. And my big sin? Just a small bit of gambling...won some...lost some...lost some....lost a bit more. Do the girls really need to go to college??? Maybe on my next trip to Vegas...I will win enough money to drive the "bitchin camaro" north on I-15 all the way to the "gem state".... instead of back to the airport.
