Vegas: Gets bigger every time I go. Losing a lot of old-school charm b/c of massive, block long hotels as ornate as Notre Dame cathedrial. Now when getting from hotel to hotel in a taxi, drivers always take back ways, not going down strip, because it's so packed. Meanwhile, the hotels are so big that it takes 20 minutes just to get from your room to the strip. Saw a lot of the backs of hotels. Saw a lot of kids. Little kids. I'm usually not judgemental (!) but I would never EVER bring a child or three to Vegas. So on this trip there were 16 girls (and one guy, a brother) and we travelled in a pack and dressed up and ate well and drank even more and stayed out real real late (several moms in group, one pregnant girl, moms breakin' it up!) and gambled on our lucky numbers and made a hundred people laugh, especially ourselves.
One friend fell on the last night and hit her head really hard. The security guard at Harrah's was like, how dare you do this to me right before I get off work. Real charming, right?
My friend whose b-day it was had a great time too. We have been friends for 25 years. But we can still giggle like 15 year olds.
MEANWHILE:
Back at Wayne Manor, I was mortified at how my jeans fit. (When I say I ate well in Vegas, I mean ALL THE TIME, even when I wasn't necessarily hungry but just because it was social.
Or there was a lull in the action.
So I decided to go back to the gym.
First sign that it wasn't going to go well was that I couldn't remember my combination to my lock (okay-- it's been awhile). Next, I had to dig through many many frequent-eater cards in my wallet to find my gym card. Then the lady next to me, easily my dad's age, lapped me on the treadmill. I started watching her screen little guy run the track instead of mine for motivation. Why get discouraged your first time out?
Rome wasn't built in a day.
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