Day 1 of our trip to Vegas:
We were up at 4:30 this morning and got to the Belligham Airport in plenty of time for our flight. For the very first time in ages, we actually got to walk on the tarmac to get on the plane. This reminded me of getting our flights in Zimbabwe – all that was missing was getting the people and animals off the runway for the plane to take off.
We got into town around 11 o’clock this morning and spent the afternoon taking photos of everything around us. The Venetian is the most amazing place. We spent hours in there and then went back for the Christmas Tree lighting ceremony in the evening.
As we waited for the tree to be all lit up, Jason mentioned that he was pretty sure he saw Tori Spelling earlier in the day. Not thinking much of that, I watched the people around me and jostled to find a spot to get a photo of the tree. Then Maria said, “Hey! There’s Tori Spelling right there!”
Sure enough, there she was with her handler. The tree lighting person made the announcement that they had a special guest to turn on the tree, and she brought up the whole family.
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Today I learned that if you want to be disruptive at work, just casually mention to anyone in the nearby vicinity that you are going to Las Vegas tomorrow and see what happens. Way to get people to stop working and talk to you! WEWT! This method proved fruitful as I learned just today that the airline we’ll be traveling on does 50/50 draws once the plane take off. Way to get your gambling in the very second your trip begins! I like it! Excess right off the hop! I picked up some American cash just in case this happens to us tomorrow at 8:30 am.
In other news, I had a lovely dinner tonight with some quilting buddies – and a new real life friend, even though I’ve been sharing instagram comments back and forth with her for at least 6 months. I have had nothing but good luck meeting internet friends in person. Really lucky.
See you tomorrow. I’ll be in the desert! With palm trees!
So that went well. We met up tonight to plan a few things to do together while we goof off in the desert next week. Breakfast at the Paris is about the only thing we nailed down. Everything else? We’ll play by ear. That’s a good plan if you ask me.
Two more sleeps. and I’m going to sleep fast tonight AND tomorrow.
Tomorrow I have the pleasure of picking out the flowers for the upcoming graduation ceremony. I will be going right to the florist so I can see all the pretty choices of Christmas arrangements, boutonnières, and bouquets. I am really looking forward to that. For some reason, I’ve always had a fantasy of running a flower shop. For a little while, I tried to find work in that field and did work for a week or so at florist on the North Shore. Sadly, after 1 week, I never got scheduled again, so I guess I didn’t cut it. A few months after, I met someone who used to own his own flower store. He said it was very stressful because he had to constantly manage the timing of the flowers. With inventory that could die within days of receiving it, he said he would wake up in the middle of the night, worried, he had too many flowers and couldn’t possibly sell them all. Of course, I had never thought of that part of the business. All I think of are the good smells and the pretty things.
I’ll be happy to start my day off with pretty things and good smells tomorrow.
They seem to be watching me all the time these days whenever I’m in the kitchen – looking for any opportunity to jump on some unsuspecting food stuffs. I made the mistake yesterday of leaving a container of ricotta cheese open on the counter. I only turned away for a second, and in that time, Donner had his whole face in the container. UGH. These two are little pigs. I blame the wet food. However, I have become much better at cleaning as I go, so my kitchen cleanliness has improved immensely! And having no dishes to do right after dinner is really the way to go.
Today we ate pancakes and ran errands – including taking a container of change that had over 1800 pennies in it to the coin counter machine at the bank. We dragged that ugly container of pennies (and other small change) around for over 10 years. That little errand paid for breakfast this morning. Not bad. Ha! That was only 10 years in the making.
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