Vegas....SOBER.

Not a fan.

Don't get me wrong. I had fun. I'm not going to spend that much money and NOT have a good time. A fabulous dinner at N9NE. Two great Kenny Chesney concerts. An amazing Cirque du Soliel show. Some sight seeing. The best bed at the Hard Rock that I have EVER splept in during all the years of my traveling. And crazy antics at Club 1818 ( our room).

But there were no mimosas at breakfast. No mai tais by the pool. No martinis at dinner. And Vegas is just....well....a drinking vacation. Shit. What am I saying? Most vacations I go on are drinking vacations. Okay...ALL vacations I go on are drinking vacations. But the point of the story is that for me,  Vegas is a major DRINKING DESTINATION. And I can do without it sober.

I still had to take my daily nap (did I mention the bed? Pure Marshmallow Heaven!) Thank goodnes my appetite has not been affected, so I could at least enjoy food. The smoke at the Hard Rock casino got to me. I could only hang so long in the casino. And one night we were at a club when the smoke just was too much and I looked over at M and mouthed, "I don't feel well. I gotta get out of here." I did have one glass of champagne on our last night (which was the 4th of July) at dinner. I nursed that thing like I have never done before and savored every tiny sip.

So here's to Vegas...you've been an exciting friend that has shown me some good times.... May our paths cross again one day. And when it does, I'll salute you...double fisted!