I am glad to be home sweet home after a quick weekend in Vegas! I left Saturday morning in a rainy storm that followed me. I was missing Bryan who had been out there all week for work. After a quick lunch at Tacos and Tequila, I was beyond excited that they could make my guacamole without onions. I mean seriously, is it a culinary necessity to put onions in everything? Next was time for my massage that my husband insisted that I go to. Am I the only person in the world who does not care for the spa? I have no idea if I am supposed to walk around naked or what. Half the spa is fifty somethings comfortably displaying their sagging bodies while the other half are twenty somethings not sure what to do. I am the twenty something that has no idea what to do. Do I get butt naked and go in the sauna? Do I talk during my massage or keep quiet? I am clueless to spa etiquette. I would rather do my own pedicure and throw a bottle of massage oil at Bryan. He knows where to take it from there...
Once my spa experience was finally over we headed to the Mandalay Bay Events Center for the UFC fight which led to "lets count the Tap Out Shirts Contest". Lets just say this was an overwhelming task because everyone had one! I do not and will not ever understand the love of Affliction, Tap Out, Ed Hardy, and tacky graphics on shirts. Can we please end this epidemic of bad taste? The fights were bloody, gruesome, and actually a little boring. I just do not get the need to beat the shit out of someone, and I really do not get the need to watch someone get the shit beat out of them. Then we were off to dinner and "The Club". Can we make a few adult rules together? Rule number one is phasing out Ed Hardy and Tap Out. Rule number two is if you are over thirty, you are not allowed in a club? By age thirty, you should have your local watering hole for happy hour and that should be the extent of your drinking and dancing life. The highlight of the trip was black jack at the Playboy club where I won quite a bit, and then won for the drunk girl we were with. I can not complain about being a winner. The best part of my weekend was some tea and the game at home on the couch with my doggies and husband.
Weekend Lesson:
Going out is lame and gambling is fun when you are winning
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