Goodbye Vegas, goodbye. I’ll start with the end. I got home later than I was suppose to due to a delayed plane, the passengers seemed to be extra bad as if leaving Vegas was the worst thing that could ever happen to them. Then my luggage gives me a blister on my hand. I go to catch my shuttle and I wait and I wait and I wait and because no shuttles are coming I get to go home in a limo. Now that’s the way to high roll outta Vegas.
I am a pit depressed to be home because it means I have to deal with the shit at work and this crappy weather. It’s hard to come home from such a relaxing holiday and be swept back into things.
Aimee and I had some serious quality pool time today and I have the blotchy burns to prove it. I hate when you think you applied the sunscreen super awesome only to discover that the side of your boob is burnt or the upper part of your hip. I especially love the burns that look like my hand print. It’s like I just put some sunscreen on my hand, slapped it on like a kid slapping a colored handprint onto white paper and though “Good enough.”
When checking out of the hotel, long after the rest of my family had departed for the airport, we discovered that the pool bar bill was well over $150 and that’s for just one day. My dad drank so many beers at the pool, I think he must have tipped the waitress a crazy amount because she brought him over a free beer when one was poured and no one claimed it. My mom made him take a nap before they went to dinner later that night because he was so shitty.
Aimee was the perfect person to take with me to Vegas. My family loved her, and she was up for anything or nothing at all which is just the kind of travel companion you want to have especially in Vegas.
But it’s back to my life, and a gear up to Florence.
Today I have two papers due and a second interview with one of the places I’ve been interviewing with. Needless to say I’ll be hitting the ground running when I get home.
A random thought ...
Airport slots are just fooling people into think they have one more chance to win it all back. "I can win it all back, I can feel it."
My favorite quote …
“This water taste like it came out of the pool.” Taste it, it’s pool water, and I should have just had a drink while I was down there.” – Dad after being discussed by the tap water.
The picture of Aimee and I was taken at Rum Jungle...
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