Vegas!!!

    So, I was planning on writing about the cats today but I am too lazy to get pics to post so their moment of glory will have to wait till maybe this weekend. Instead, I am going to talk about our  trip to Las Vegas .
    We went to Vegas for our honeymoon and had a blast. One of the things I remember was how nice and relaxing our flight was. Knowing that we had 2 weeks to relax and do whatever we wanted was amazing. Also, having the wedding behind us was a big relief. Not because it was bad, just because it was a lot of planning and work. It was nice to go somewhere and just "be".
    One of the first nights, Jim went to toss his cigar in the ashtray and this drunk kid comes up to him and says, "Hey man, can I have that? You're really going to throw that away?". Jim told him that he was done with it so the kid could have it if he wanted. This dude was so drunk, he thought it was a cigarette and took the biggest drag I've ever seen. Needless to say, he choked, coughed a LOT, and threw it out in disgust. We pointed and laughed at him. Aren't we nice? Well, karma returned to us the night we went to Freemont Street. We were winning money left and right. Jim was clearing mini-jackpots out of the slot machines like it was nobody's business. We decided to celebrate with fried oreos from Nathan's. During our first bite, we both proceeded to choke on the powdered sugar, blowing it all over the place. My shirt was creepy sticky for the rest of the day. Karma.
    Every morning we had breakfast at Harrah's buffet. It was so good. We would pig out so we didn't have to eat until dinnertime. My breakfasts were giant, gluttonous piles of eggs benedict, sausage gravy, hash browns and of course, PILES of pastry. Except this was no ordinary pastry. It was basically dessert that they put out for breakfast. If we needed a snack during the day we grabbed whatever was there. When we were gambling in the Stratosphere, I decided to buy a bag of those peanuts with the sweet bumpy red coating in them and a bottle of water. We were sitting at video poker machines munching away on our snacks when the worst case scenario happened. I ate a bad peanut. Not just off tasting, but ROTTEN. The rancid oil coated everything in my mouth. I started gagging and pounding my water. This guy was sitting next to me was not impressed with my experience. I looked at him and said, "I just are a rotten peanut!". He got up and left like I was crazy. Thanks for the sympathy, buddy. It took a giant chocolate chip cookie and a latte from Starbucks to get the horrifying taste out of my mouth. Worst snack ever. In fact I just started eating peanuts again this month. It only took 2 years to get over it.
    We had so much fun in Vegas. We still talk about it all the time. We're going back this October and we can not wait! We're trying to save our pennies and be good about staying out of the casinos but it's not easy. We just have so much fun when we're there, it's hard not to go every weekend. But we will be as good as we can so we can have as much fun as possible in Vegas this year.