The fact that I keep showing up here and bragging about my amazing weekend vacations has to be getting annoying but this lovely Tuesday is no exception. I’m well aware of the fact that I have been spoiled rotten this summer with fabulous vacations and I am nothing short of eternally grateful.
On Thursday morning Jeff and I headed to Las Vegas (just two short days after returning from Lake Tahoe). We barely had time to shower and pet Boo before checking her into doggy daycare (or doggy concentration camp as she likes to refer to it). And boom Shaka laka laka after just a few short hours we were smack dab in the middle of the desert and we were loving it. How could we not though?! We stayed at the MGM signature on the 32nd floor, I’m not kidding when I say our ears popped when we rode the elevator up to our room (oh and ps “ears” autocorrected to warts the first time I typed this, just imagine what you would have thought if I hadn’t caught that little blooper).
Our room was fabulous, there was a great view, there was one of those soft silky beds that you just melt into, there was a bathtub with jets, a shower half the size of my entire apartment in Seattle and there was a blender in the room. Of all the things you could ask for in a hotel there was a blender! This tells you the kind of classy establishment we were happy to spend the long weekend in. Before you start wondering how a poor little nanny like me could afford such a lavish lifestyle the answer is, I can’t. And even my beautiful soon to be world famous fashion photographer boyfriend can’t either but we were treated like royalty because this excursion was a family trip for Jeff’s sister Alyse’s 21st birthday celebration and his parents treated us to this whole lovely vacation! It was SO generous. If I were to take a bunch of college students on my fabulous vacay they’d be shacking it up in the nearest Econolodge.
The weekend was crazy (of course, it was Vegas). We gambled (well Jeff did, I have a firm policy of keeping my money where I can see it…in my closet. Thanks Carrie Bradshaw). We indulged in just about any and everything we could eat, we danced the night away at Margaritaville and floated around the lazy river like we were five again. The whole trip was wildly successful minus the teeny tiny incident when Jeff won an absurd amount of money in roulette (it really is the devil’s game in my opinion) and lost it all in the matter of minutes…but that’s Vegas right?
The entire time we were in Vegas I couldn’t help but think of the hunger games, not the actual death arena but the Capital and the lavish lifestyle the people there lived, the constant stimuli, the crazy outfits, the lights, the gluttony. I have to think Susan Collins at least sort of based the Capital off of Las Vegas. Not to say that I appreciated the trip any less but walk into the Cosmopolitian or the Bellagio and honestly tell me you don’t think it’s all a bit excessive (even if it is wonderfully and whimsically glamorous). At the end of the day I was exhausted and with the combination of blackout curtains, silky sheets and my overly excited and worn out brain I could sleep and sleep and sleep and still not be ready for real life again.
Okay so it’s Tuesday now and I’ve been living real life for two whole days, if you don’t believe me:
And lately my real life has involved something new…apartment hunting, for a 2 bedroom! Jeff and I have lived together for a year, before that I lived in a sorority and before that in a dorm. I’ve lived with girls, I’ve lived with guys and now I am ready to love with my favorite girl and guy (and dog obviously). My best friend Laura just graduated and I am practically begging her to move in with Jeff and I. And it looks like it’s going to happen! To put my excitement into words is difficult but I’ll try…I’m thrilled!!! Living with my boyfriend is nice but I’ve been totally missing having a girl roommate to paint nails with and talk guys and trade clothes with…obviously. Claire, my roommate from freshman year set a very high standard (I really got lucky) but I have dreamed of being roommates with Laura since our first sleepover in sixth grade (not to mention I haven’t exactly been the best at making girl friends in Seattle…I blame the amount of time I spend with children over actual adults). Everything has better work out so we can spend the year going on runs together, decorating our apartment super girly and of course learning how to make new yummy vegetarian recipes together. Yay.
I’m off to go tour apartments and daydream about all the girl time in my near future.