Friday, July 08, 2005
This was a sign in our Las Vegas hotel room. Rebekah and I were helplessly amused that we had been provided with such special amenities, such as pillows and towels. $10 for a washcloth? You're kidding right? And would you even consider stealing a bath mat? I'm surprised the toilet seat wasn't listed.
Vegas was a ball, the true "vacation" part of my vacation. The casinos are damn cold, however.
My cousin's wedding was fun and seeing the family and hanging out at the beach the following day with them was also pleasant. I am, however, peeling from poor application of the sunblock.
Catching up with Dee over wine and bowls was great, sitting in the hammock in her incredible back yard.
Visiting grandma in the assisted care home. I'm so glad I went, but it made me want to cry.
Great food and conversation with Mom and Mike, cousin Michelle and niece Ellen; mom's freshly caught fish was beyond compare.
My first 40th birthday present. 40 things for 40 years. I felt like a kid opening a few at a time in Vegas.
So busy and sorry that I missed seeing the gang at Spaghettini and dear friend Bob.
Great trip, good to be home.