Jet-Lagged Post of Vegas Randomness
I'm home as of 1:00 AM last night. Jet-lagged, exhausted (although I did make it to the gym this morning), and somewhat poorer (from shopping, not gambling - I didn't gamble at all because it bores me), but home and so happy to be back in Vermont that I nearly kissed the ground when I finally got off the plane in Burlington.
Home. Where it is quiet and dark and random strangers aren't jostling you and it isn't all smoky and where you don't have to wonder whether someone is a hooker or is just wearing the uniform. Although I have to admit that last part was rather entertaining.
Random celebrity sighting: 50 Cent and his entourage drinking in Stack at the Mirage, where we were celebrating my sister's twenty-first birthday shortly after midnight on Friday. (Humor me. I live in Vermont, where such sightings are few and far between. Not that I'm a 50 Cent fan.) Anyway, if you go there, order the rose margarita. It's deceptively delicate and benign-tasting, but packs a hell of a wallop.
That was also the night I realized that I inherited my low tolerance for alcohol from my mother. Three drinks and we're completely loaded.
The next night my mother, sisters, and I went to the Cirque du Soleil "LOVE" show, which is the Beatles one. I'm not a huge Beatles fan, but my mother was when she was a young thing and the show was spectacular even if you don't care about the music.
Already done:
1) Opened mail
2) Caught up on email
3) Ran to market for bread, milk, etc.
4) Unpacked
Still to do:
5) Finish mountain of laundry
6) Catch up on TV
7) Catch up on LJ
8) Do a real grocery shopping trip
9) Catch up on sleep
At this point, #6 and #7 seem most important. I don't know anything about what happened on the latest episodes of BSG, PB, Heroes, or Rome, and then there's Lost tonight. Apparently I am the only person who still likes Lost, or at least it seems that way. I'm mostly in it for the Jack. As long as there's lots of him and his manpain, I'm a happy woman.
Home. Where it is quiet and dark and random strangers aren't jostling you and it isn't all smoky and where you don't have to wonder whether someone is a hooker or is just wearing the uniform. Although I have to admit that last part was rather entertaining.
Random celebrity sighting: 50 Cent and his entourage drinking in Stack at the Mirage, where we were celebrating my sister's twenty-first birthday shortly after midnight on Friday. (Humor me. I live in Vermont, where such sightings are few and far between. Not that I'm a 50 Cent fan.) Anyway, if you go there, order the rose margarita. It's deceptively delicate and benign-tasting, but packs a hell of a wallop.
That was also the night I realized that I inherited my low tolerance for alcohol from my mother. Three drinks and we're completely loaded.
The next night my mother, sisters, and I went to the Cirque du Soleil "LOVE" show, which is the Beatles one. I'm not a huge Beatles fan, but my mother was when she was a young thing and the show was spectacular even if you don't care about the music.
Already done:
1) Opened mail
2) Caught up on email
3) Ran to market for bread, milk, etc.
4) Unpacked
Still to do:
5) Finish mountain of laundry
6) Catch up on TV
7) Catch up on LJ
8) Do a real grocery shopping trip
9) Catch up on sleep
At this point, #6 and #7 seem most important. I don't know anything about what happened on the latest episodes of BSG, PB, Heroes, or Rome, and then there's Lost tonight. Apparently I am the only person who still likes Lost, or at least it seems that way. I'm mostly in it for the Jack. As long as there's lots of him and his manpain, I'm a happy woman.