Thursday, September 28, 2017

Vegas Baby!

I just came back from Las Vegas.  This was my third time there, second time this year.

The first time I went to Vegas was for a work conference 18 or so years ago and I was not medicated for my crazy anxiety so it was a tough place for me.  And it was 109 degrees which made me want to die.

The second time I went was this past June when Rob made me accompany him to a bowling tournament.  Other wives were supposed to go, but they smartly dropped out.  It was 115 degrees.  I didn't leave the hotel, and mostly watch Law and Order reruns in the hotel room.  I vowed I would never go to Las Vegas again.  I hate Las Vegas.

But then I started thinking how fun it would be to make someone else who hates Vegas go there.  So my cousin and I agreed we would take our moms to Las Vegas for their birthdays and get tickets for Celine Dion.

We also planned lots of other activities, and it was only 84 degrees.  I liked Las Vegas.

The first night we went to see a Cirque du Soleil show.  I think I am one of the only people in North America to have never seen one.  Y'know? I don't think I need to see another one.  It was incredible, all the crazy acrobats, but there was a large man dressed as a baby and he made me very uncomfortable.  And it was so... random.  Like a dream you wake up from and wonder What the hell did I eat last night!?  Like, some acrobats would be doing their thing on center stage but there'd be some random clown dude balancing on a ball in the background, and another baby character dressed in pjs running around in the rafters, and then at the end she comes out riding a large inflatable snail, and that's the grand finale.  Wha?  I think my tastes might be a little more reality-based and not as much acid trip-based.

The next day we drove to Hoover Dam.  Check.

Then it was time for Celine.  Now, to be clear, I am not a big Celine fan, but my mom is, and the lady who does my nails has seen her four times.  Her show is kind of bucket list item, and it was either her or Donny and Marie.  I entered the Colosseum at Caesars Palace and rolled my eyes at the all the Celine merch that was available; Who would walk around in a Celine Dion T shirt unless they were being ironic?  I was too cool, too hip.


That Celine, man, she can sing. Like, for real.  By the middle of the show I was thinking, Oh I'm buying one of those Celine T shirts.  She was pretty unbelievable.  She did her dramatic hand motions and had her Quebecois accent, and her sparkly outfits were... sparkly, and she had a 28 piece band behind her.  I liked the first half better than the second.  My snarky judgement is that she talks a little too much and finds herself very charming and funny while I do not.  She went on for 5 minutes about crest white strips.  I'm sure its a go-to story and her true fans eat it up.  My aunt didn't know who Celine was going in, and was so relieved when it was over.  She seemed to doze off during the Prince tribute.

My final review: If you like watching amazingly talented musicians ply their craft, go see Celine.  She's a pro, and I am now a fan.  In fact I'm listening to her right now.  I didn't buy a T shirt tho.  But if I had I would wear it proudly.

The rest of the trip was good, the weather was great, the food was excellent, I lost money at the slots as I always do (you don't even want me standing next to you while you gamble.  I'm a jinx.)  Two days is about my Vegas limit.  Maybe three if one of those days is a pool day.

I think one of the keys to me liking Vegas is to go without my husband.  I feel a little freer to order that second drink, and eat where I want to eat, and I don't have to watch bowling.  We'll see, now that I don't hate Vegas as much, maybe we'll go there again.

If it is over 85 degrees, though, I'm out.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Um, Hello? Anyone still here?

Its been two years.

Two years, 4 months and 19 days since I said goodby to you all.  Feels like longer.

I've missed you.  I've missed writing.  I've missed typing.  I've missed the small (very small) amount of fame in my town.  I've missed having a place to complain about my family and my ass and what to make for dinner.

So I've decided to come back.


I don't know how I will catch you up on all the happenings of the last two years; they've been mundane, excruciatingly hard, sometimes heartbreaking, but also good - so good - and funny, and warm and full of love and life.  Here's a brief update:

1) I have a moderately successful business doing residential interior design: I finished design school, have clients and love it.  Sometimes I've very busy, and sometimes I'm not.  I haven't quite figured how to make money.  I'm working on it.

2) I'm still married: 21 years now.  Leila has asked me to please never get divorced, and I told her we can't afford it.  But I kinda like the guy.

3) I have a 15 year old daughter with purple hair: Teenage girls are no joke.  Woof. I say a quiet prayer of thanks daily that she doesn't dress like a ho, and she likes school, and isn't on drugs.  More on her later.

4) My loathsome cat, Sunny, died last year, and the same day we got another dog: a puppy named Bryce.  I have two dogs.  I don't know what I was thinking.

5) I have pretty much completely given up on making dinner for my family.  I know what I'm about.

6) I am still a lard ass.  I don't think this will ever change.  I have the appetite of an 8 year-old at a birthday party.

7) I have done some major travel, including India and the Mediterranean, but I wont bore you with travel pics. (unless you really want me to.)

8) My parents are alive and well, but I can report that some of their friends are not.  Getting old is a bitch.

9) We cut the cord, and now I have to buy seasons of Law and Order on iTunes, which I do.  No commercials is my favorite thing about modern life, and I will never go back.  In fact, TV is so good now, I have real problems getting off the couch.

10) I don't know if I have a number 10.  I'm so annoyed and upset by what is going on in the world everyday, and I want to be a positive force.  I want to be kind, and help others be kind, and have some laughs and give some laughs and do what I can.

I hope I still know how to be funny.

I hope I have something to say, (although why should I start now?)

I hope you might still be out there.


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