Back in the Saddle...

…AND I’m back….did that not seem like a quick trip to you?  Because I feel like I’ve been excited and nervous about it for the past 6 months and all of a sudden…it’s over.   And when I THINK about it being over its just so DEPRESSING….people have asked me all day, “how was Vegas” and I just don’t want to talk about it because it was SO GREAT and I had SO MUCH FUN and it was SO REFRESHING to see Kim and Sav and know that despite time and distance and crazy schedules and marriages and boyfriends and breakups and sick kids….we’re just the same three best friends we always were. 

SO I just say, “Vegas was great.” And leave it at that.  And who leaves a trip to VEGAS like THAT!??!? I mean, REALLY, I like to pride myself on my witty one sentence answers to boring questions- - could I not come up with something more SCANDALOUS like, “Oh, wouldn’t YOU like to know” or even the classic, “I’d love to tell you, but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”   Instead, I just get wistful and sigh as I reflect to myself on my weekend away…

Why do we DO this to ourselves?  Why can’t I just get NORMALLY excited about things and accept that when they end, its only a matter of time before they will come again…instead, I have these emotional rollercoaster rides- - the nervousness about leaving Rob and Toby behind, the excitement of seeing long lost amazing lifelong friends, the intense nagging feeling of missing Rob and Toby followed by the eager anticipation of seeing them again…and then before I know it…its Monday and I’m driving to work, and I think of something funny that happened in Vegas and it hits me that I’m probably not going to have a weekend like that  again for a very VERY VERY long time.  And yet by the END of the day I am SO EXCITED to come home to our usual routine and hang out with Toby and have a hot tub with Rob and debrief our day and snuggle into bed together...I hope Rob enjoys living with his own personal rollercoaster….If I realized anything while I was away, its that I am SO lucky to come home to Captain Stability of the SS Good-Father-Enterprise. 

But in summary of a most EXCELLENT weekend away, I’ll say this :

There are no rules in Vegas.  Except, of course, the one about drinking champagne straight out of the bottle in the middle of the casino.  And $1 margaritas are much better than $1.50 margaritas even if they do come with bitchier bartenders, but a round of Deal or No Deal makes it all better – and Margaritaville makes it even MORE better.  And Road Trips, no matter where in the world you may be – are always best with friends and Corn Nuts.  Just remember never to order clam chowder in the dessert.  Cheers, mates.