Wow. What a crazy, wonderful weekend we had! Despite waking up with a cold on Thursday morning (boo hiss!) and Mike having a rough day on Saturday after drinking Heineken AND Absolut Mandarin with Sobe all day on Friday (beer before liquor, never sicker . . . ), we had such a fantastic time.
We made a point of doing some of our favorite things while we were out there . . .seeing Big Elvis at Bill’s Gambling Hall, eating at P.F.Chang’s, taking the monorail to the other end of the strip and wandering around, and going downtown to Fremont Street.
It was HOT. VERY HOT. Like, 112 degrees hot. But it felt so good to have the sun beating down on me (and drying out my sinuses–I swear the desert heat works better than any OTC cold remedy). When we walked out of the Pittsburgh airport last night to 80 degrees and 75% humidity, I wanted to turn right around and get on the next flight back out west.
This was my fifth time to Vegas, and definitely my favorite trip yet. Mike and I made a point to leave all of our emotional baggage behind and to turn this past weekend into a party–to be carefree and not think about work or about anything that happened in the past month.
It worked. I do feel better. A weekend in Vegas is certainly no consolation for losing the baby and Giz, but it was healing to get away and to focus on the two of us as a couple.
Pictures later, I promise!