22 January 2007

vegas baby

Holy crap I’m tired today.

Vegas was moderately fun. Very, very expensive, but fun. The first night I was super excited to go out and drink it up, but we didn’t. We drank, but it was so spread out because we kept going to places and not staying, so we didn't get drunk, we just got tired. We were all back in our hotel rooms by 1 am. There were a variety of factors that fed into this, but basically it was because we are lame and T’s husband’s friends wanted to venture off the strip. We were there with T’s husband’s friend from high school and his girlfriend. The five of us went to dinner at a dive Thai place off the strip and met another one of T’s husband’s old high school friends who happens to live in Vegas. She was the one who clued us in to the restaurant and it was great, but we were totally off the strip the entire night and it really bothered me. I didn’t go there to eat in some dive Thai place in a strip mall. There are a million Thai restaurants in my city that are better. I know I’m being a brat, but whatev.

The next day T and I wandered around by ourselves for a little while. We checked out some of the crazy casinos since I had never been there before. We rode a roller coaster and I wanted to do some shopping (and search for a se@tbelt bag because I really, really want one to match the wallet I’ve had for years), but T is so amazingly cheap that she couldn’t stand the thought of shopping in Vegas. Anyway, we eventually met back up with everyone and went to see the big cirque show at the bellagi0 that night, which was fine. I guess it had to be done. We went to eat some amazing sushi after that and ended up drinking until around 4 am, which was much better than the lame night we had on Friday. That night was actually pretty fun, although T and her husband tried to lame it up again and go back to the hotel early. They suggested that we go back to the hotel and I basically told them that I would see them later because I was going to stay out and drink. I was fine with that, but I guess it encouraged them to stay.

Was it worth all the money I spent considering how broke I am right now? Probably not, but it was something different. Oh, but getting home yesterday was a huge pain. I had a connection in salt lake city and my flight home was delayed. I was freezing in the airport and had to buy a salt lake city sweatshirt for $25 to be comfortable. I didn’t leave until after 7 and didn’t get to my home airport until after 11. I made it home after midnight, which completely sucked.

T and I got along pretty well for the most part. On Saturday night it finally sunk in just how very, very insecure she is. She kept talking about how she’s old and she doesn’t know all the pop culture references and doesn’t buy into the whole concept of “trendy” clothes. I guess I finally realized that she says all of that because she’s afraid of making some kind of mistake or of not liking the “cool” things. I’m not really sure how to explain it, but it was evident that night. Even the clothes she wore – she had on a long skirt, a sweater set and knee high black boots. Um, hi, are you going to work or are you going out? I don’t mean to pick on her, but she saw what I was wearing and said she’d never be able to “pull off” my outfit. Most of the time I would take that as an indirect way of saying my outfit was ridiculous. I know T well enough to know that she meant she would not be comfortable showing as much leg or as much cleavage as I was showing. But come on, we were in Vegas. If you’re not going to show leg and cleavage in Vegas, where are you going to show it? Vegas is not the time to be conservative.

Also, we were in a very trendy bar after dinner on Saturday and she didn’t even want to go in at first. She said something about how she wouldn’t be comfortable in there and that it was for the pretty, trendy people. First of all, she overused the word trendy all weekend and second of all, WTF? Was I that insecure when we first met or has she become even more so? I really don’t know, but there is definitely a difference. When she was drunk on Saturday she told me that she had missed the stage in life when we are supposed to feel comfortable in our own skin. I told her it's never too late.

I promise I’ll stop talking about her, but it is just so weird when you’ve had this friend for a while and then it begins to dawn on you that she has some major issues. I think I’ve known all along, but didn’t want to admit it.

At any rate, the weekend is done, I'm back at work and I need to lose the 5 pounds that have crept up on me over the past month.