Showing posts with label vegas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vegas. Show all posts

Thursday, May 22, 2008

To Be Continued. . .

So to make a long story shorter. . . than it could be anyway. I got there, we had lots of meals alone, shopping without kids, and sightseeing without pushing a stroller.
We did get to eat at in-and-out, which we usually make a point of whenever we go there. This time we took a cab there on our way back from the outlet mall, but couldn't get one on the way back to the hotel. It didn't seem so far so we walked, but it was hot and super windy so when we got there I was beat.
This trip is my first taxi experience. Definitely would have preferred a car, but the hubby's work prefers they take taxi's. . . and I was only there one day really so I didn't see the need, BUT on that walk to the hotel. . . I was wishing I had chosen otherwise. Seriously.
Basically I saw way to many scandalous girls, and a whole lot of eat, drink, and be merry. It great to be with the hubby, but the Vegas environment is so not for me. I always enjoyed it when we would go for the day on our trips to St. George, but staying in a casino is quite a bit different with a whole lot more exposure to Vegas life.
It is always good to be home.

I'mmmmm Back!

So. . . where to start? When I got to the gate to leave, I was feeling pretty lonely without kids climbing all over me. I didn't know quite what to do with myself until I spotted a mom my age with five. . yes I said five children. The oldest of which was E's age. So I stood up and went over to inform her I was helping her with her kids on the plane. She graciously accepted, and so I was entertained by her very well behaved children on the flight to vegas. She is definately much braver than I going alone with five small kids, but they were on their way to a funeral.
Her boy who was H's age was telling me about the church they go to and asked me if I believed in Jesus, and I said "I do". It was very cute. It totally made my day that they were on my flight. I think it made me feel less guilty about leaving my own kids. . . as crazy as it sounds.

(To be continued, kids are calling!)