Vegas, Baby!

Aaaaand... we're back.

Vegas. Ugh. Las Vegas.

When we were looking for a new place to live, a couple years ago, we came to Central Oregon and our real estate agent asked hopefully, looking for something to pitch, "Do you like to ski?"
"No." Her face fell.
"Do you like to fish?"
"No."
"Do you like to golf?"
"No."

She looked at us like we were vegetarians at a cattle show. She must have thought we were morons. She still didn't mind selling us a house, though, even if we did seem like fish out of water.

Anyway, last week we flew to Las Vegas to attend a wedding. Why do people get married in Sin City? Is marriage a sin?

We land in Las Vegas and I'm asking myself,
"Do I gamble?" ... "No."
"Do I drink?" ... "No."
"Do I smoke?" ... "No."
"Do I cheat on my wife?" ... "No."
"What the heck are you doing in Vegas, moron?"

Last Thursday we woke up, and it was snowing. We fly to Vegas, and it's 86 degrees.

We got back Sunday, but it's taken us a couple days to catch up on our sleep and get back in the rhythm of things. Like rain and 50-mile-an-hour winds.


Posted by Dave    Blog Tag: Chatter