Yes, I'm home. Yes, we survived. Yes, we over did it.
Basically it was a sprint from 4 AM Saturday morning until our return at 7 AM Tuesday morning. I can say it was a good trip, Bubba wasn't Bubba until we were home, and tired, and didn't cranky pants come out in full form - and since I had less that 4 hours of sleep on an airplane with a crying baby no less Aunt Ing was in NO mood to put up with Captain PITA (pain in the a..) in case you forgot.
Let's start at the beginning, it was better. Up moving and way too early. I can say the greyhound of the skies frankly wasn't as bad as I expected. Honestly in Baltimore they were friendly and helpful and very nice - Vegas, maybe because in Vegas it was 10 PM they weren't as perky.
Flight out was uneventful, for which Aunt Ing is always grateful. We arrived, got to the hotel and was able to check in. AH. Yes, we stayed at the Belliago. It was very nice. They turned down our bed at night, left chocolates on the night stand and generally took wonderful care of us. It was a nice change of pace. :-)
We met up with Bubba's friend from high school, and his wife. Now the friend JM nice guy, funny, in the same industry as me, we can talk. His wife MN, home maker, grown kids, no apparent outside interests. And the women takes HOURS to get ready in the morning. She has that kind of time, me, I'd rather sleep in until 5 than get up at 4 to do my face and clothes. I'm lazy that way. Not to mention what is the big deal when you're home?? Half the time when I was home I didn't bother with a face, and clothes weren't a big decision either. But then again, I don't know her neighborhood, maybe there is a big to do each morning and you have to look your best -- it is California after all.
I digress -- we met up, had lunch, chatted, wandered, found a comedy show Saturday night, and then Aunt Ing died.
Saturday night we came back to our hotel room, to a lovely bouquet of flowers chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of champagne! From Bubba's friends!! OMG. They made a bigger deal out of our anniversary than we did. The hotel kicked in a box of chocolate truffles as well - so that made up for that chocolate abomination covered fruit. We drank the champagne Sunday night.
Sunday we were up and moving - me a whole lot earlier than I wanted to be but I laid in bed and read.
We walked and ate, and gambled a bit and wandered, then changed clothes and went to "old Vegas" aka Fremont Street, and enjoyed a lovely steak dinner. We got a special dessert plate for our anniversary. It was really nice.
Monday was a bit busier as Bubba wanted to go see Counts Kustom Cars. It's on the History Channel, it make him happy, it really wasn't that big of a deal, I got Bubba a shirt. Happy Anniversary Honey! We had to check out :-( stow our luggage, I even brought my lovely anniversary bouquet home! Monday we ate dinner at a celebrity chef's place - it was great!
No I have to go off on a bit of a grumble here... Bubba's friend's wife MN, frankly is a serious princess. Sunday and Monday she met us for lunch! I quit feeling bad that we made dinner decisions, she grumped over menus, and this, that, and the other perhaps wasn't to her liking... her big lunch decision was the Cheesecake Factor. Now as much as I love my Cheesecake Factor -- I get get that crap at home. I want something I can't do at home -- like celebrity Italian Chef I watch every day on the TV... yeah that pasta was serious good eating... OMG.
ANY way... this was my anniversary, this was my time off - she doesn't work, her kids are grown - you ain't going to ruin my time, because I've stopped worrying about it. Mostly. I mean you want her to have a nice time too... but give a little pumpkin. I also get the impression that she doesn't have to do a lot of that at home... Mama rules that roost.
But again, I didn't let her rain on my parade. Her husband is great and frankly MN has gotten a bit better over the years... so why let them ruin my good time??
We took the red eye home Monday night, thankfully I was pooped enough and full of really good wine that sleeping wasn't too much of an issue. Too much. I figure I got about 3 hours of sleep on that plane. I was smart, put in my night guard and took out my contacts. We got home without issue, got Bubba's car, came home and collected the dog, loved the dog, and promptly laid around like the veggie I felt like. Cleaning lady came and went, we went out to dinner because I wasn't cooking, and got things ready for our house guests.
And no they aren't family... go figure. Bubba has a co-worker whose son is moving to the area, they needed an overnight stop to get things organized so he can move into his new apartment. When the arrived Wednesday night after I was dead to the world in bed, we found out the shared living space had fallen through so now they were on a scramble to find living quarters for the young man. They did that all day yesterday. Apparently I'm going to have a young gentlemen house guest into next week. BFD. I'm up at o-dark early -- Bubba may get drafted into one or two days of driving him to the metro or bus station until he gets the routes figured out. No big deal.
I took time today to make several to-do lists... yep life is back to that. It helps keep the crazy at bay - that and Bubba medicated but they won't let me do that.
All righty - I better pretend to be busy and get things in order. I'm leaving a bit early today because I can, then a massage that I can't wait for, the promise of dinner out, and then the sprint through the weekend to get stuff done, then the sprint through the week, then god help me we're facing Thanksgiving and Christmas... I need a list...
And liquor.
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