Monday, April 18, 2011
Vegas was a blast. I went with my good friend from Texas, and a friend of hers that I've interacted with for years online (but never met in person) from New Zealand. We spent the first part of Friday night at Fremont. Now, Fremont is an experience, because it's about 50% of folk who visit the dentist mixed with 50% of folk who are missing a significant number of their teeth. The dancers are a little broke-down, if you know what I mean, you can easily find a crack house a block off the street, and all in all it's a bit of a freak show.
Which of course makes it awesome to visit, especially when you've got a tourist from New Zealand with you. I saw that MandaPanda did the zipline there earlier this week-- that looked awesome! I'm jealous-- but the line was just way too long for me to want to wait.
We countered Fremont by ending the night at the Bellagio (talk about night and freaking day), and then got a good night sleep.
Saturday we went shopping at the Forums and then got dressed up that night to do dinner, a comedy show, and then gambled at the Paris. I'm not a big gambler, but I had a great time watching my friend win $300 at the craps table. But the absolute BEST part of the trip, and believe me, I feel very vain saying this, was all of the attention I got from young, good looking guys.
I'm not gonna lie. It was very ego-inflating to get serious, obvious attention in a place filled with young, thin, beautiful people. I was nervous about dressing up (and I appreciate all of your kind comments on my fashion police post-- you all gave me the courage to do it), but it turned out ok- haha!
Saturday night I got about 2 hours of sleep before I had to leave for the airport, but it was so much fun and totally worth it.
On the eating front, I'm not doing great. Lately I keep pushing myself too far-- I keep eating past the point I know I need to stop and then I pay for it with discomfort. Always, always at dinner time. Ugh, why do I do this? I have seriously got to get my crap together. I'm seriously worried about stretching my pouch if I keep this up and there's no reason for it beyond gluttony. It's not like I'm depriving myself from eating things I enjoy-- so I can afford to watch my freaking portions and stop when I'm not hungry, no matter how good it tastes.