A little on Vegas...Very little...

When you look at Nevada from a plane, it looks like someone took a big orangish brown sheet of construction paper and crumpled it up and then flattened it out again.

I have to say, all in all, Vegas is insane. The second I stepped out of the car at my mom’s house this afternoon, I was so taken aback by the…quiet. I hadn’t known quiet in quite a few days and it was welcome and blissful. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great time, but good GOD is it good to be home. I needed the silence and the smell of the salty air more than I could have ever imagined I would.

My vacation, at times, wasn’t much of a vacation although, I did get to see Ricky and Fish Head and escape the family for a whole day, which was lovely. Of course, the drinking started at 10:30 am. And I was right, it really was a whole different kind of debauchery than I am used to, involving thermoses full of rum and coke, FH singing her own version of “Mandy” to the people on the monorail, and an ice cream fight at Margaritaville (which I am glad there is no photographic evidence of, although Ricky does not feel the same way).

The family grated on me just as I had expected but the good thing about Vegas is, there is always something else to do. Somewhere else to go. So I did just that. And most frequently could hide out behind a slot machine and drink free Captain until someone found me and I had to switch hideouts. I am glad I went. I am glad that I got to spend time with my family, even though they bicker like nobody’s business. Even though a lot of the time, I envisioned myself kicking all of them. (I didn’t do it, but it took all I had not to.)

Even after all of the running around and such, I feel relaxed and ready to take on the week. But not until after tomorrow. I still have another day off and I intend to put it to good use. There will be sleep (in my OWN BED!), reading, and apartment hunting (AGAIN!). And I am goddamned DETERMINED this time.

Stuck-in-my-head Song of the Decade: "Buona Sera" - Louis Prima