Ever since I was a little kid, my parents have gone to Las Vegas almost every year. My dad is part of a group that meets several times a year to share ideas for running a business, so he’s usually in meetings during the day… leaving my mom to romp and play. Every year she’d bring me back a little something and tell me stories about all the fun things she did. I always wanted to go, but they’d never let me because “there’s nothing in Vegas for children.” I knew they were right, but I hated hearing it.
When I turned 21, I told my mom that the next time they go to Vegas they have to bring me. I’d waited long enough! Recently, I was telling her about all the things keeping me from getting my license anytime soon (which I will write about in my next post) and she said, “We should just go to Vegas, like, now! Before you get a new job and all that.”
So, within a couple of days we had a flight and a hotel and show tickets. Whoo!
We gambled and drank, shopped, walked the strip, looked around all the hotels and casinos, gambled and drank, went to a Da Vinci exhibit inside the Venetian, saw David Copperfield, drank, went to Le Reve: The Dream, ate ALOT and drank some more! It was all so fabulous! I’m so glad we got to go, and I definitely want to go back.