Vegas, (with my) Baby. Vegas.
In addition to participating in the BlogWorldExpo medblogger track, I spent an extra day in Las Vegas with my husband, checking out the sights.
Yes, I went to Vegas for the first time, married and pregnant.
(Something tells me I should have made that journey a bit earlier in my life.)
So now that the pregnancy is out there, I can admit that I’ve been exhausted for the last three months. Not falling-asleep-at-work kind of exhausted, but while I was working at dLife, I’d come home on my lunch break, take a nap, and then sleep again right after work was over. The first trimester made me the kind of tired you read about – no morning sickness, no weird food cravings, but I was exhausted just about all the time. And now, even though I’m into the 12th week, I still haven’t kicked that sleepy feeling. So being in Las Vegas, dealing with the three hour time change and the general sleepiness that comes with attending a conference all day long, I was a little bit off my game.
But Chris, my ever-patient human xanax (Yes, he had to sub-in for my xanax because now that there’s a BabySparl, I’m not able to medicate before flying. Thank God for Chris. Without him, I may have lost my mind on both legs of the flight. But that’s a whole other blog post.), was ready to explore Vegas with his knocked-up wife.
We stayed at the uber-swanky Palazzo hotel, in a suite that made me sort of wish I lived in a hotel. Huge, snuggly beds, flat screen TVs in every room (including the bathroom, which I thought was very fancy-pants), and posh restaurants all over the damn place. Country bumpkin that I am, I was IMPRESSED. And the lime-scented toiletries smelled just like Apple Jacks, which I’m now craving. Using the soaps made me want to take a bite of them. (No, I don’t have pica.)
The view from our hotel room was awesome, both in the daytime and at night, overlooking the Treasure Island hotel and casino. (And pirate ships.)
Our hotel connected with the famous Venetian hotel, where we watched the gondolas glide by. The ceiling was amazing - it actually looked like we were outside! Oh Vegas, is anything here real??
On Friday night, we checked out the Blue Man Group, which I thought was awesome. I’ve never seen them perform before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I just knew we could be in for it when we sat down in the second row from the stage and were advised to slip on the plastic ponchos, provided by the venue. “You could end up covered in non-toxic paint, or cereal,” advised the usher. “Um, okay?” We slipped them on and tried not to laugh when the opening sequence involved drums that shot paint high into the sky with every beat. I can’t begin to explain what the show was like, but I can just say that it involved an audience member dining out on a dinner of Twinkies on-stage with the three Blue Men, a makeshift xylophone made of white, industrial tubing, and massive rolls of toilet paper being unrolled from the ceiling in the back row and passed on up to the front of the stage, where it collected onto our fellow poncho-wearers in massive piles.
Upon my retirement, I think I’d like to be a Blue Man.
Overall, the trip was a great opportunity for me as a blogger and an exhausting one as a mom-to-be. Vegas, I’ll have to return after my baby is born so I can drink from one of those two-foot silos and dance on a table somewhere. You know, like a classy mom would.
(More photos on Flickr, if you’re looking to waste some time.)