Because by the time you read this… I’ll be in Las Vegas.
Oh, did I forget to mention this little vacation? My bad. Really, no need to be jealous.
My husband and I flew out bright and early, sans kids, to exceedingly hot Las Vegas for a few days. Oh, and a friend of mine from college is flying out to meet us there, too. And we’re staying that the Wynn (I do a great job of finding cheap rates in Vegas, if I do say so myself).
And yep, we’re going to go see Zumanity, a Cirque du Soleil resident show there. I’ve seen O and Mystere before, but not any of the three newer ones (Ka, Zumanity and Love). I actually much preferred Mystere to O, which I know puts me in the minority. I’ve heard some interesting things about Zumanity, but with a 35% discount I found, how can I not go?
The rest of the time we’re there, we’ll do the typical Vegas things. My husband wants to enter a poker tournament (or two) at Caesar’s Palace, and I know Paul and my husband will spend plenty of time (and money) at the craps tables. And my husband will try to earn it all back at the roulette wheel, which he generally does.
Me, I’ll just be watching most of the time. I’m one of those people who doesn’t like to give her money away, and I’m just as happy watching the people. And cheering on my friends.
Really, the trip was fairly last minute. We were originally supposed to meet my friend in Vegas in July because he was supposed to get married in Seattle in mid-July but the wedding was called off. Good news, the wedding is back on (so I’ll be in Seattle for several days in November now).
However, neither of us got our act together, so the July meet-up didn’t happen. But about two weeks ago we decided to still meet up. And I decided I needed more time off work. That and maybe if I’m totally not stressed and really miss my kids, I’ll enjoy the next vacation more. Because …
We get back late Wednesday night, and Thursday morning, we head out on the aforementioned trip to Minnesota to go to the State Fair and visit some friends who live there. Unfortunately, my aunt and uncle who live there will be in Iowa that weekend, so we’ll miss them (and no, they didn’t offer their house for us to stay!). I’m definitely looking forward to it, as we haven’t been to Minnesota since Little Miss was an infant.
Updates on that trip, by the way… two of my friends dropped off leashes that they own, so each of the wee ones will be under control at the Fair. Phew! AND, even better news, my husband talked to his principal who is letting him skip out on the pre-school starting meetings, so he’s going to join us on the trip. This may save my sanity.
Now, a few house rules while I’m gone.
No swinging from the chandeliers. And please don’t spill red wine on the carpet unless you brought your own club soda to clean it up. Also, if someone wouldn’t mind checking in on the cats and making sure they have food and water, that would be great.
I somehow found things to talk about while I’m gone, so you’ll be treated (oh, I crack myself up!) to a new post each day that I’m gone from me. Thus I won’t be here in person, but I’m here in spirit. Don’t be offended when you see no responding comments from me. I’ll have no computer access while I’m losing my shirt on the casino floor.
I spent (literally) an hour figuring out how to change my post settings so that you all can still leave comments while I’m gone. Techno-savvy, I’m not. Sometimes. But with that responsibility (can you tell I’m practicing for when the wee ones are in high school?), you must behave in a responsible manner, as well. I’m almost afraid of what comments I might come back to! (kidding, kidding)
And since I’m away essentially Sunday to Sunday, I won’t be reading any blogs for 8 days. I can only imagine all that I’ll have to catch up on once I get back, so understand that you won’t see any comments from me for awhile. In fact, when I get back, it will probably take me an entire week to catch up on my blog reading. But I’ll somehow suffer through and make that sacrifice.
Have fun while I’m gone, but try not to trash the place! I’ll be sure to have a drink for you while I’m in Vegas. And I’ll eat a cheese curd for you while at the State Fair in Minnesota. And if you don’t hear from me after that, you’ll know that traveling with two small children is just not a good idea!