But you know, I'm not going to go into it, because I promised you some damn Vegas stories and funk it all, I'm gonna deliver!
A few months ago, the lovely Heather of Mama Maven fame told me that she had signed up for the half marathon in Nashville for next weekend to celebrate her 40th birthday...and would I like to go?
Hells no. I mean really, I would rather poke my eye out with a hot poker than run 13 miles because I am a wuss of the highest magnitude. And Nashville makes me puke. A lot. (Reference: Morning Sickness 2001 started on the trip we took to Nashville, ew. I always tell people that I've been to Nashville and probably puked in every bathroom there.)
But you know where's a great place to go for your birthday...VEGAS. Right?
Heather graciously tolerated my obsessing over hotel prices and flights for weeks until we finally nailed down some deals. The coup de gras was a room at the Bellagio for...get this...$104 a night. A NIGHT. Hell, you couldn't afford NOT to go at that price, right?
We had a great time. I mean, seriously, who wouldn't have a great time with Heather and her hilariously fun husband Scott (G-Man of Man Overboard)? Holy damn. We ate about 40 tons of bacon, drank a lot of wine and martinis, did a little retail therapy (while the guys holed up at a cigar bar which seriously got Joey cut off...I despise the smell of cigars), saw Wayne Brady, and Heather and I had a spa day. It was awesome.
So one huge highlight of the trip was having drinks and dinner with Joansy and her friend (now OUR friend) Lori on the patio of Mon Ami Gabi at the Paris. I'm sure my fellow PIM's that were on the Vegas reunion trip remember having lunch there...it is soooo good. Not to mention the weather was gorgeous and the people watching was primo. I always love seeing Joansy and it was wonderful to get to spend some time with Lori who is just the perfect friend and foil to Joansy.
And then, there was the potential of the hook-up. It was around 4 in the afternoon and we were all heading up to the room to freshen up and catch a few minutes of rest before heading out for the evening when in the elevator lobby Joey spied a disabled man having trouble getting onto the elevator - so in typical Joey style, he hopped off of our elevator and said he was going to help the man and he'd catch up with us upstairs.
That left me, Heather, Scott, and this other couple on the elevator that were all over each other and obviously on their way up to the room for a little bumping of the uglies. As our elevator door closed, I yelled out to Joey as a joke, "Don't worry honey, I won't hook up with anyone else when I'm by myself" or something stupid like that. Well, that opened the door. The other couple started talking to me and then kinda asked me to go back to the room with them. I thought Scott was going to burst over that one, mostly because I was too freaking stupid to understand exactly what the hell the people were asking me. Duh.
At that point, poor Joey realized that maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave me alone for more than two minutes in Vegas, because obviously trouble follows me wherever we go.
Heather and Scott departed on Saturday afternoon, which left me and The Hub alone for the evening. After looking at the concierge's list for shows, we couldn't find a thing that we wanted to see so we ended up booking dinner at Le Cirque - someplace that I had always wanted to eat. Let me tell you, it was a Top 5 meal of my lifetime...between the ambiance, the service, and the spectacular food, it was really amazing. Not to mention we ate dessert.
Overall, this was a notable trip for several reasons. First, I always love seeing my friends - I don't allow much time in my life to do that here recently. Second, this was the first trip I went on where I didn't have serious stomach issues or get sick. Yay! And...I actually came home ahead versus losing my ass on the slots. That's a win-win if you ask me!