Sometimes we all feel like running away from our kids and maybe even our husbands. This weekend I did just that. My best friend and I escaped to Las Vegas for a blissful 40 hours of quiet time. Okay maybe it wasn’t so quiet, but it was still blissful and perfect.
Monica and I had been planning this girl weekend get away for a few months now. I counted down months, weeks, days, and even the hours. When it finally arrived you couldn’t get the drink in my hand fast enough. Just to sit and lounge by the canal at the Venetian drinking sangria, all while holding an adult conversation without having to worry about the kids was Heaven. Okay so we mostly talked about the kids, but at least we didn’t have to take care of them. We spent hours shopping, talking, drinking, eating, and our only worry was what we were going to do next.
After arriving Friday evening we went to have dinner at the Foundation Room. A private club located at the top of Mandalay Bay and it just so happens to be the club where I got them engaged. After eating dinner, we hung out on the club’s balcony overlooking the strip, watching old guys hit on young girls, young drunk guys fall over young girls, and then there was the couple that was asleep on the couch. Needless to say it was a great spot for people watching. After tearing up the dance floor for a few songs (okay maybe we weren’t tearing up the dance floor, but we were moving), we decided to go for a walk around the casino to see what else the night had to offer.
Walking through Mandalay a young guy in a suit stopped us and asked us if we would like to go up to the other club atop Mandalay Bay (actually Thehotel). Sure why not? We get to bypass the line, we don’t have to pay cover, this is a no-brainer off to The Mix we go. After telling my husband this story, he responded with “Wow, I’m impressed. You two cougars can still work it.” I’m still not sure whether I should be flattered or annoyed. After spending a while watching drunk people stumble around the dance floor, we decided to call it an evening so that we would be rested for the next day.
I got tell ya, sleeping through the night and waking at my leisure is everything I remember. I think that might have been my favorite parts of the whole weekend. We spent the day shopping, buying, drinking, eating, and then we went to a Vegas show. Okay so we saw Bette Midler, but it was a Vegas show nonetheless. We were probably the youngest, straight people at the show. Wait, there was that girl with her grandfather or was that her grandfather. Escort? Do you think she could’ve been an escort?
The weekend came to an end to quickly; my only guilt was the lack of guilt I felt. I missed my daughter and believe it or not I missed my husband also. It was great seeing them at the airport, but I’m already looking forward to my next trip without. Hear that Monica? We need to plan another. Maybe San Francisco, or how about Palm Springs, or how about August 2010 New York City?