Whatever Happens in Vegas, HAS to Stay in Vegas

Oh, where to start, where to start? Ha-ha! Ok, so our friends decide to get married in Vegas several years ago and we obligingly went along. I guess I could start with the flight, that we almost missed. "Come on" they are yelling from the desk. We are all waiting on you. We are running to catch the flight. Oh yeah, cardio isn't exactly my thing, so as I was running to the plane, I'm pretty sure that I dropped my lung somewhere between section 25 and 26!

The flight wasn't too bad. We get to Vegas. Lots of lights, yadda, yadda, yadda. We get to the hotel, check in, and go up to our room to unpack. "Um, honey, do you think they got our room mixed up with our friends getting married?" I ask because as I look around the "beautifully decorated Bamboo and Mirror theme," I notice that including the ceiling, there were mirrors all over the room. "Whatever, we can figure it out later." So we go downstairs to hit some slots and meet up with everyone later. "So, did everyone get the mirrored honeymoon suite room?" I ask. "Huh?" all around the table. So we laugh about it and decide oh well. I did ask my husband if he requested that room and to this day he says no, so I guess it was just meant to be.

We had a good time in Vegas. It wasn't really our style though. A few days was good enough for us. So we pack our bags, check out of the hotel, and head back to the airport. We go to that quick check-out terminal and it isn't giving us our tickets or even accepting our information. My husband says "I have a bad feeling about this." Um, that can't be good I am thinking to myself. So we get in line and get to the front desk and they tell us that our flight leaves tomorrow. "See, the desk clerk says....something about the time change." I am hungry, tired, and worried. My son was with my mom and I couldn't get a hold of her to let her know that we wouldn't be home until the following day. Then we try and find a hotel for the night. Yeah, right! Just about every convention was in town it seemed.

There was one place with an opening though. Ok, we will take it. "Taxi!" The ride was quite long, and as we approach there was some kind of neon signs that reflected fallacy and right next to the hotel, excuse me, motel, was a strip club. So, here we are. Stuck in Vegas until tomorrow morning, next to a loud strip club with cowboys, pimps, working girls, whoever was outside. They were surely all looking to score, or to lean over the edge to throw up. "Ugh, I can't wait to get home I kept thinking." Since our motel didn't have any amenities, we had to walk to the local drug store to get water, snacks, bug spray, etc. Scary, scary walk that was. But alas, all things eventually come to an end. Including this crazy trip.

I look at my husband, and all he kept doing was apologizing. No big deal. Thank God it wasn't me though. Because truly, this was definitely something I would have done. Needless to say, it was a trip to remember in more ways than one. And there is a lot to be said for the saying "There's no place like home."