Cursed Vegas

I've always had a love hate relationship with the city of Las Vegas.  My first trip there was AMAZING!  I had a wonderful experience - luxury car, amazing suite, great food, just overall fun. That was my love experience, the one that with every subsequent trip I've made out there, I hope to recreate.  Unfortunately, with every trip it's only gotten worse.

My next trip out, I was 20 weeks pregnant and still suffering from nightmarish morning sickness, so there was absolutely no fun in that trip WHAT.SO.EVER.  The next trip, a year later and this past January, I felt horrible before leaving.  Call it a combination of missing my baby and a general worrisome feeling about my job, whatever it was, I was miserable and that trip wasn't a ton of fun either.

However, this last trip takes the cake! And has further convinced me that Las Vegas is simply not a town for me.  Let's start at the beginning.  This was my first trip with my new company, and I would be working with our CEO, so it was an important trip.  Unfortunately, my husband was out of town on a business meeting, so the prepping for, and leaving this time, was not at all normal.  Tuesday afternoon I found myself feeling very odd, not quite right, but assumed that it was just being tired from a late night at the office and poor sleep the previous night.  But at 3 PM, my phone was ringing BLOWING up with the message that my little boy was very sick and I needed to pick him up immediately.  Mommy mode kicked in immediately, so 5 hours later, after a trip to the doctor and a run to my mother's house to drop off the little guy, I realized I really wasn't feeling so hot either.

The next morning I woke up (at 4 AM - ugh!) feeling even worse, but knew I had to pull it together and get on the plane.  It wasn't until I got into my room that I knew I was sick.  I was in town for an event that was being held outside.  June + Desert + Outside = NO FUN  Not to mention it was 106 outside, the hottest of the season I was told - so I was in for it.  10 minutes out there and I wanted to die, and I still had 3 hours and 50 minutes to go.  Those minutes ticked by slower that I could have imagined.  I hung in there though.  But by 6 PM that evening, I couldn't get to my room quick enough.  No exciting nightlife, no great dinner, I was asleep by 7:00 PM.

Thursday morning, a mere 17 hours after I had arrived, as I was leaving at 4:00 AM, many people were still out partying, and I was simplying trying not to puke or passout.  I made it so far as the security line before I collasped, literally, right there in the TSA security line.  Thankfully a very sweet TSA agent was able to assist me and I was pushed through the airport in a wheelchair - to sick to even care.  I made it home without any further embarressments, but am convince Vegas is not my town. 

So my love hate relationship continues....I watch television shows and think "wow - what a fun town" but then quickly remember my experiences and shake it off. 

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OFF TO VEGAS!

Excuse me while I whine for a bit.  It's been a LONG week.  A stressful one.  The type that makes you say "wow, I need the weekend another week to recoup".  Not to mention it was my first week back to the office since the 15th of December.  TOUGH.  

And just when it seems like things should slow down, for the hubster and I, the count down is on.  In 2 days we leave for Vegas.  5 days in Vegas for work.  I'm already exhausted, and I haven't even left.  And I'm not a huge fan of Vegas.  I know most people love it, but this will make my 3rd trip or maybe 4th (I've lost count) and while it's fun to see the hotels, that's the extent of my interest.  I've never been to or left Vegas not feeling completely and utterly exhausted. 

Not all is bad, and I am grateful for the oppurtunity to travel and catch up with collegues, new and old.  So I'll cork my whine for now.
 
The boy is staying home with his Mimi.  This will be our first big trip away.  I've traveled since he was born, but Chris was home with him.  And we've gone away for a few days, but never half way across the country and never for a week.  Needless to say - mom's a little nervous.  Add to it the fact that he's got a blocked tube in his right ear and another ear infection, I'm dreading Sunday.  Fortunately he's a tough little guy, so I know he'll be fine, but I can't help but worry.

Normally, I try to spend the day before any trip, especially work trips, relaxing with the husband (and now kiddo) and resting.  Tomorrow that's just not in the cards.  Laundry needs to be done, baby food needs to be cooked, the kiddo needs to have everything of his packed up, the dogs have be packed up, I need to pack...the list goes on and on. Oh and our suitcases - well, they're still full of clothes from our last trip!  

So we're off to Vegas.  Cheers!