So About Vegas

You know that load of crap they feed you about What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas? So not true. I caught a cold the day after I arrived in Vegas, and the bastard came home with me. It didn’t care about any stupid slogans. It thinks we’re best friends, but I’m kicking it out. Slowly, but surely.

It wasn’t all crap, though. On the way to Vegas on the leg from Dallas, I sat next to an older woman who was really sweet. When I pulled out my knitting, the question that she asked was, “What are you knitting?” How lovely! Someone who understands. We chatted about what I was knitting, she told me about a striped sweater she made and when I showed her the picture of the CPH she all but grabbed the magazine out of my hand, she was so excited to look at it. And then she left me in peace to knit, because she got it. She knew. It was awesome.

As for Vegas itself, I was not impressed. Though in Vegas’ defense, that may have been because I was there to attend a conference and I was sick and not inclined to do anything other than go to the conference and then return to my room to crash and order room service. I did, however, manage to do a lot of knitting while I was going to, coming from and in Vegas. (I’ll show you pictures of the CPH later.)

And for the first time in my life that I can really remember, I was incredibly homesick. I missed B and The Boy so much! I hated being away from them. And for an entire week! I was doubly miserable. This was unexpected for me because I’m used to having to be away from my family for extended periods of time. I went to boarding school for 3 out of 4 years of high school. I’ve traveled nationally and internationally on my own since I was a teenager. What I’m trying to say is that I am accustomed to being away from loved ones for extended periods of time. But this time, somehow it was different. And I did not care for it one bit.

I did see a few sights from my hotel room. They’re not kidding when they say Vegas is the city of lights. That is what they say, right? Well, if they don’t, they should.

I’m not sure if that’s the moon or a giant spotlight.

I don’t know if you can tell or not, but there was a lot of construction going on and also my window was dirty.

On the way home on that same leg (but in the opposite direction, obviously) from Vegas to Dallas, I noticed this out the window.

Brings a whole new meaning to crop circles, don’t you think? I don’t know what state this was, but I found it fascinating. There were not only what appeared to be crop circles, but also crop pie charts. Who knew the aliens were so … diverse? Imaginative? Business minded?

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