It does get better…
Saturday, March 24th, 2007The good news is that after Wednesday, this trip did get better. Yes, I realize that the thought “it couldn’t get worse” would be everyone’s first thought, but I have to say, things are looking up.
Yesterday morning, Prince headed off to track to watch cars bump into each other — seriously, I thought the whole point was to not crash the cars, but it seems that some of the random people on the track didn’t get the memo.
I however, took Duke to a playground where they had the coolest slide EVER. It was a slide made up of those rolling things from the conveyor belts. I got SERIOUS speed going down the slide — and it was Duke’s favorite. I made it to a few outlet shops and picked up some much needed jeans for the boy — in a proper size so that he no longer looks like he’s waiting for high tide. (I will say this, I bought the jeans knowing the size smaller would be too short, but these just looked way too long. I put them on him this morning and wouldn’t you know, they fit PERFECTLY. Who said he was allowed to grow like this??)
Then we went to see the Lions at MGM Grand. Duke rode the escalator. Back to the hotel to pick-up a pooped Prince and off to a party. The MINIs took over the strip at 9pm and then I dropped my boys off and headed off to to party for a bit.
Now, I’m old and getting older. We sat down for a few drinks attempting to get away from the loudest, most horrible cover band ever (in a pseudo Irish pub, no less) and I have my one pint. I sat watching guys getting drunker and drunker and I have to admit nothing was really funnier.
Oddest line of the night: “I’ll walk you to your car.” “you don’t have to, I’m ok.” “Oh, no problem, I have to pee.” HUH?
Funniest line by a guy from Vegas: “I’ve learned the art of holding onto my liquids — after all, we have negative humidity here.”
Money lost in a casino: ZERO. I drank my beer; trash talked with the boys; and drove my happy butt home.
Tonight is my night to bring Duke home to bed after dinner and send Prince off to party with the boys tonight and I shall get some much needed quiet time (read: sleep). But, yes, things are looking better. We have a trailer for the drive home and I fully expect it not to take us 14+ hours to go 9 hours — but I could be delusional.