We took a little trip to Las Vegas this weekend for my cousin’s wedding. It’s been… tiring.
Thursday morning we drove 5 hours to my parents’ house in Virginia Beach to drop Vada off. We had to wake up at 3am the next morning to catch our 5:30am flight out of Norfolk, and I barely slept a wink that night, worrying that I would sleep through my alarm. Our flight out of Norfolk was late so we had to haul ass through the Houston airport to (barely) catch our connecting flight to Vegas. We checked into our hotel at around 11:00am, got some food, and spent most of the day wandering around our enormous hotel like zombies and catching up on sleep.
By Saturday morning I was feeling more alive and back to normal. We had a delicious breakfast and I spent the day hanging out with my cousin doing matron of honor stuff while Greg and my brother went out exploring the strip. I hung out with Jenny while she got her hair done at a fancy Paul Mitchell salon in our hotel, then we went back to her room to hang out and do our makeup. The wedding was at 3:00, so we got to the chapel at 2:00 to get her dressed and ready to walk down the aisle. She looked like a beautiful and glamorous little brunette Barbie doll. Her dress and shoes, hair and makeup, everything was just perfect.
The wedding was short and sweet without being rushed or anything. The pastor was great and gave a lot of really great marriage advice throughout the service. There were a plenty of happy tears. I can’t help it, I just always cry at weddings! They are just such a nice reminder of how special my marriage is and make me feel renewed in my own vows.
After the wedding, we had some photos taken and I ran to my room to change dresses because that size 4 JCrew bridesmaid dress just wasn’t working out anymore (as in it was cutting off my circulation.) There was a nice cocktail party, and then everyone went back to their rooms for a few hours before meeting up again later that night for a party at a club called Tryst.
I decided to stay in for the evening, because being almost 6 months pregnant: 1.) I was tired. 2.) I would have felt completely ridiculous riding around the Las Vegas strip in a yellow stretch Hummer. 3.) I doubt I would have had fun hanging out with a bunch of super drunk people. 4.) If I would have gone, I would have only lasted 2 hours max, and I wanted Greg to be able to enjoy himself in Vegas! 5.) I was tired.
So I had some relaxing alone time in the hotel. Meanwhile, Greg had a little too much fun… He got in around 2:30 after having at least 2 drinks too many and ended up throwing up. Unfortunately, this was to be expected. (He rarely drinks.) Silly Greg.
Once we eventually get out of bed today, I’m looking forward to finally getting out to see some sights. We have the whole day to do whatever we want, so we’ll probably have a taxi drop us off somewhere down on the strip and just walk around, do some shopping and people-watch. I might put a dollar in one slot machine where you can win $12 million, but otherwise I don’t think I’ll be doing any gambling while we’re here. It doesn’t feel right to me to just… give my money away to a machine? And I don’t know how to play any card games.
So far, my impressions of Las Vegas are…
This place is crazy. It’s like an alternate universe – a massive adult playground where time doesn’t exist. It’s kind of over-the-top and feels a little ridiculous. It’s also the most expensive place I’ve ever been in my life. Seriously, SO expensive.
We’ll see what today brings. ♥