vegas is weird. it's oddly familiar and at the same time completely foreign. i've been a handful of times but never for vacation. once i lived at the wynn for a week working on a project and it was one part awesome living in a fancy hotel room with the deepest tub i soaked in every night with room service and the rest of the part horrible having to walk through a maze of casinos and tacky shops to get outside.
and then outside is a hot burning desert of cab lines.
i managed to make it through 3 full days there with only one minor breakdown realizing my legs stop functioning after 5 miles on tradeshow walking.
thank god for another deep tub. after day 1 of hd vegas i found myself missing drinks and soaking for an hour, alternating between ice cold water and heat.
i got home late thursday night. despite a medical emergency on our flight i reached my house at 10PM and promptly cuddled my dog and husband, took a shower and passed out.
friday was surreal. i know i worked. i got reports out and then passed out. and then went to a movie.
i don't feel like i caught up on sleep until 4 days later in acupuncture.
this is turning out to be the most boringest post ever. life is boring 95% of the time.