I hate the last day of vacation. By this time tomorrow I will be in the sky, flying from Las Vegas to an unnamed city in Texas that rhymes with Chew-stun. (On the bright side, I have 3 words for you: first class upgrade!).
(Seriously, like I didn’t pay enough for my flight, now they have tricked me into giving them more of my money for a bigger seat?)
(Yes, yes they have).
Yesterday I spent the entire day here at the Renaissance Las Vegas. Maybe because people brought me drinks, but it was a lovely day. Drinks = Diet Coke, BTW. Drinking + LaineyD + Las Vegas = baaaadddd. Don’t forget that I turned 21 here, and there’s a good reason it took me 12 years to return.
Today is going to be a short day – Gene only has his conference until noon then he takes a coworker to the airport and then we’re going to go to lunch (possibly at the Bellagio, fancy fancy!). Frankly, I have seen e-freaking-nough of Las Vegas and if Gene said, Screw it, let’s just hang out at the pool I would not complain. Then again, he’s been working all day every day so he’s missed a lot of the fun.
So, we shall see.