We went to Las Vegas this weekend. One last grown up trip before we get baby. It was fabulous. We were lazy and slept all day.
Vegas really is a culture all it’s own. Within the first 20 minutes, before we had even checked in, I saw some lady vomit into her hand and all over the floor. It was cool. At least my dogs have the courtesy to barf on the easily cleaned kitchen floor.
Friday we slept late and then went and saw the new Beatles Cirque du Soleil, Love. It was an awesome explosion of lights, color, sound, and of course, amazing acrobatics. If you ever get the chance, see it, it’s worth it. Saturday we slept some more - I know, real party animals we are - and then went to see Penn and Teller. That was also a blast. Amazing and so very personable. You just sort of want to hang out with Penn and Teller, and it’s easy to imagine that they must be fun at parties. We sat in the second row, so you feel like you’re part of it. And I was. I was the very first audience member to get drug up on stage that evening, lucky, lucky me.
Penn comes right down to my seat, uh, uh, oh seriously, I make a career out of being a wallflower - he’s not really gonna pick me is he? Oh dammit. The trick involved him taking my glasses - so now I’m on stage in front of like a million or so people, and effectively blind - neato. Some fabulous slight of hand thing with a billiard ball, a sad little magic wand and Teller with a cement box on his head. Somewhere in all the movement, Penn managed to get my glasses over to Teller, and when Penn hammered apart the cement box, my glasses were on Teller. Hmmm, clever, but probably more entertaining to be in the audience. I was brave, very very brave, but a bit confused. If you wear glasses, you’ll know that without them you can’t see, or hear, or move.
It was fun, and I’m glad Josh decided we should go. Over all, thrilled with my Vegas trip. Although we are totally lame, we go there to sleep in, eat at the Pyramid Cafe, and we don’t gamble or drink. We had fun anyway. See, we’re already boring, we’ll be great parents!
Next weekend it’s off to Arizona for a flyball tournament. This doesn’t count as a grown up getaway, because if you take the dogs, you’re not really getting away very far.
Posted on May 12th, 2008 by michelle
Filed under: Not my dogs, Random run ins
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