Where I've been for the past few days...
So, this story is too long to put on facebook, but here's the update on my trip and so forth:
I finally made it to LA, though I probably should have stayed in Big Sur and hung out at the beach longer. I got to see lots of people in LA, though I never did get to do all that relaxing and swimming I was going to do.
Mom and I headed for Vegas, and I couldn't remember the last time the two of us had taken a road trip together. College, maybe? Anyway, we sang country songs in the car and stopped at a roadside diner that Mom loves (though, I'm still not convinced that wasn't what led to the next bit of tsuris).
We stayed at the Excalibur, which is kind of crappy, but turned out to be an OK home away from home, aside from the food. We ate dinner at the buffet, gambled a little, wandered around, and were having a nice time until I ate a snack at McDonald's, woke up at 2 am, and proceeded to puke my guts out for the next two days. Mom had to reserve the hotel for another night, constantly refresh the ice bucket, change her plane ticket, and sweet talk her way into a refund for our Bette tickets (which was half the reason I wanted to go to Vegas in the first place). She even called the paramedics, but we wouldn't let them take me to the hospital so they left. I have to say, when the police came to take the report, I scoffed when he said "the firemen are on their way - you'll love them, all the girls love firemen." Because, what a lame thing to say. However, they were really hot firemen. They lived up to their stereotype.
Anyway, I continued to puke my guts out and eat ice chips while Mom lost a bunch of money on the slots. ("Dad loves the slots!" If you can name that buried reference, I'll give you a cookie. Especially since I won't be eating cookies for another two weeks.) We finally did see Bette the next night, even though we had to pay full price for the tickets and I was still feeling queasy. Bette was fabulous, as she should be. I do love her comedy bits, though she is right when she makes fun of the audience for laughing at the same jokes she's been telling for 30 years. They even upgraded our seats when half the orchestra was empty and they were trying to fill seats. We also took the driving tour of the Las Vegas Strip on the way to see Bette. Let me tell you, the air conditioned car is the best way to see Vegas. If you get stuck at the stoplight in front of the Bellagio, roll down the windows and watch the fountains!
When I had finally graduated from ice chips to Gatorade, string cheese and pita chips (all from Whole Foods - I refused to eat anything else from any Vegas hotel, and insisted that we go find the Whole Foods, much to Mom's annoyance), we decided that Mom would leave the next morning while I set off for Chicago.
Today I went to Zion National Park, and then drove to Salt Lake City. I ate too many sliced apples, and didn't do too well in the afternoon. Now I'm trying to go to bed and I miss having my mom to take care of me! I have no idea what the next few days will bring, as I have to drive all the way through Wyoming and South Dakota.
I finally made it to LA, though I probably should have stayed in Big Sur and hung out at the beach longer. I got to see lots of people in LA, though I never did get to do all that relaxing and swimming I was going to do.
Mom and I headed for Vegas, and I couldn't remember the last time the two of us had taken a road trip together. College, maybe? Anyway, we sang country songs in the car and stopped at a roadside diner that Mom loves (though, I'm still not convinced that wasn't what led to the next bit of tsuris).
We stayed at the Excalibur, which is kind of crappy, but turned out to be an OK home away from home, aside from the food. We ate dinner at the buffet, gambled a little, wandered around, and were having a nice time until I ate a snack at McDonald's, woke up at 2 am, and proceeded to puke my guts out for the next two days. Mom had to reserve the hotel for another night, constantly refresh the ice bucket, change her plane ticket, and sweet talk her way into a refund for our Bette tickets (which was half the reason I wanted to go to Vegas in the first place). She even called the paramedics, but we wouldn't let them take me to the hospital so they left. I have to say, when the police came to take the report, I scoffed when he said "the firemen are on their way - you'll love them, all the girls love firemen." Because, what a lame thing to say. However, they were really hot firemen. They lived up to their stereotype.
Anyway, I continued to puke my guts out and eat ice chips while Mom lost a bunch of money on the slots. ("Dad loves the slots!" If you can name that buried reference, I'll give you a cookie. Especially since I won't be eating cookies for another two weeks.) We finally did see Bette the next night, even though we had to pay full price for the tickets and I was still feeling queasy. Bette was fabulous, as she should be. I do love her comedy bits, though she is right when she makes fun of the audience for laughing at the same jokes she's been telling for 30 years. They even upgraded our seats when half the orchestra was empty and they were trying to fill seats. We also took the driving tour of the Las Vegas Strip on the way to see Bette. Let me tell you, the air conditioned car is the best way to see Vegas. If you get stuck at the stoplight in front of the Bellagio, roll down the windows and watch the fountains!
When I had finally graduated from ice chips to Gatorade, string cheese and pita chips (all from Whole Foods - I refused to eat anything else from any Vegas hotel, and insisted that we go find the Whole Foods, much to Mom's annoyance), we decided that Mom would leave the next morning while I set off for Chicago.
Today I went to Zion National Park, and then drove to Salt Lake City. I ate too many sliced apples, and didn't do too well in the afternoon. Now I'm trying to go to bed and I miss having my mom to take care of me! I have no idea what the next few days will bring, as I have to drive all the way through Wyoming and South Dakota.