I’m sitting in a hotel room in Vegas eating an apple. And drinking Diet Coke. I realize normal people don’t sit in their Vegas hotel rooms eating apples, but I’m waiting for a very exciting adventure with my Long-Lost Soulmate Bestie, who coincidentally happens to be in Vegas right now. It’s pretty amazing because she leaves tomorrow, which leaves just enough time for us to get together and have a few drinks. Whenever she’s done with her family dinner, that is.
I’ve never been to Vegas and now I’m here for almost a week. I’ll be doing a lot of work things (seeing as I’m here for work to begin with) and lots of going out with coworkers – most of whom I don’t even know yet. I mean, what better way to get to know your coworkers than hanging out in Vegas, right?
The coworker I flew down with and I were shocked by how different things look here. When we left Seattle, it was snowing – and sticking – and they expect up to two feet more. When we got to Vegas I almost cried: it was sunny. The cab driver had the windows open and it wasn’t cold. As much as I don’t want to move away from Seattle and leave my family and my life, I really think I am meant to be in a warmer climate.
I was also shocked by the fact that there’s a casino at the bottom of my hotel (I suppose I should’ve expected that, this being Vegas and all), a casino in the middle of the airport, rampant smokers everywhere, and how weird it is to have a hotel room alone. I don’t think I’ve ever stayed in a hotel alone before, so while it’s sort of nice it’s also sort of lonely.
Also, I really want to go to Bloggers in Sin City but this isn’t the year. For one thing, it would mean going to Vegas three times this year (I’m going to a bachelorette party in the fall). For another thing, I’d then have to explain to pretty much everyone in my life that I’m flying to Vegas to hang out with a bunch of strangers, because – oh yeah – I’ve been blogging for forever. Seeing as I still don’t talk about it, that’s not going to happen. I really want to make it a goal for next year, though. Fingers crossed?