Anonymous Hubby and I got engaged in Las Vegas about 5 1/2 years ago. Not by choice, well by choice but more because I found the ring box during our trip and dramatically lost my shit when it was clear he wasn't going to propose while we were there (Me, dramatic? This is already a story that's completely not believable, right?). Unbeknownst to me he had decided to wait until New Year's to propose, so he had packed the ring box back up in our bag. But that's a story for another day.
Anywho, we haven't been back since, but we decided for our 5th anniversary to get back to Sin City! We may be older, fatter, and more tired, but we could totally do this!!
Young twenty-somethings in packs with their cellulite free thighs and midriff baring crochet tops quickly reminded me that long past were the days of hitting the pools with the girls while trying to look skinny in my bathing suit, while simultaneously feeling bloated from my third sugar saturated Pina Colada.
I mean, I rolled in with the hubs wearing skechers, a tank, and the only pair of jeans that currently fit me after my food/drink binge fest on the road the past month. But this was going to be romantical! It was our anniversary trip after all! No baby! We could stay out all night like the party animals we are!
So, um, night one we were definitely in bed by 11pm. My husband pondered.... Maybe we aren't suited for Vegas anymore. Look, there are no rules for enjoying Vegas. We can sleep all day. We can drink all day. We can lose all our money. That's the magic of your vacation, you decide the rules. There's no right or wrong to how much you want to sleep, OK?! Okkkkkkk?
Remember when you were carefree and living it up with friends on your Vegas Vacation and you'd get back to your hotel room to nap so you could have energy for the rest of your night out? Yeah, we went back to watch the DNC. I kid you not. We were like, we can watch, UNINTERRUPTED? Isn't gross what adults sound like sometimes?
But don't worry my friends, that's not where the romance ended! Did I mention that hubs was still getting over his HFM gift from AB? Yah. So no kissing. I literally air blew my husband kisses on our 5 year anniversary trip. And then, hours into being settled into Vegas, hello there flow. You've decided to visit me early this month, HUH? Sometimes flow is such a bitch.
But we rallied, because that's what we do. I mean, I won $500 dollars! And then I ate the Mac and Cheese Burger that is still slowly killing me. Like I never recovered. I deserve this heartburn. I was a beached whale that couldn't even drink the rest of the day. And let me tell you, drinks should have been required for that Penn and Teller show, because guys, it.was.not.good. Next time I'll just put my $200 down on red at Roulette and call it a night. THAT would have been more satisfying, even if I lost. Learn from our mistake.
But really, the reason I'm writing all this is because you see fantastic pictures and snippets of the food, the alcohol, the $$$, and that's all great. But real life still went on. It wasn't 100% smooth, it was exactly how life goes. We got some dealt lemons, and we put them in our alcohol and made the best of it. As I get older, I've learned to redistribute my expectations. No, we didn't go to the clubs and dance and drink the night away, we didn't have rose petals floating in our tub in the room, and we sweated our balls off anytime we tried to walk outside for more than 5 seconds, but I loved every moment of it. It doesn't matter if things aren't always picture perfect, or that you feel you're not keeping up or don't fit it. We were in it together and I see us on this road together for a long time.