Do you want to know the most ironic thing? Now that I'm finally doing some things worth blogging about, I don't have TIME to blog about them. That has to be some kind of time/space contiuum issue or something, right? Or is it the theory of relativity at work? Let me just say that I worked until midnight last night & found myself in the airport at 6:30 am this morning, heading to Sin City. Aka Las Vegas, aka my own personal H E double hocky sticks. Nah, I kid. It's not that bad... when you're picked up from the airport in a limo that is.
Yes, I had my own personal limo ride to a very nice Las Vegas hotel (still not sure how much I want to divulge via the Internets at risk of getting dooced, you know). After arriving at said hotel, I was promptly given a tour of several VIP areas in very popular dining establishments, offered free caffeinated beverages at the nearby Starbucks and eventually treated to an amazing multi-course meal. On the house. And yet.... and yet - I'd rather be home.
How horrible is that? No, really, I want to know. Do you think I'm crazy that I'd rather be snuggling with my hubby in suburban St. Louis than living the big life in Las Vegas? (well, let's not get too dramatic, it is only 9:15 here and I'm blogging in my room, not dancing on the bar at Pure or anything). The fact of the matter is that I have LIVED this life already. I travelled for 2 years and had some of the most amazing un-duplicate-able experiences that anyone could ever hope for. And... well... I think Dorothy said it best when she said "There's no place like home." Not that she coined the term of course, Glinda showed her the way.
Sorry I'm not making any sense tonight - can I blame jet lag when it's only a 2 hour time difference? Maybe it was the reisling at dinner. Maybe it was the exposure to all that extra oxygen they pipe into the casino floor - Either way, at least I got a chance to post, right?