We hopped on a plane on Monday to come to Las Vegas to accompany Barry at a Nerd Conference that he is attending. As Barry’s brother put it, we’re taking Maggie to Vegas about 20 years too early. It’s true, that babies aren’t really in abundance on the casino floor. Barry was able to meet up with us during his lunch break yesterday to go swimming, that just isn’t an option back home.
Yesterday was a double-dip type of day, as Maggie and I had two long sessions in the pool flouncing around. There are high winds here and Maggie’s hair has been completely out of control. On our elevator ride up to our room, after the aforementioned dip in the pool, we found ourselves riding with three older gentlemen that most likely were attending the same Nerd Conference as Barry. The three men couldn’t help but comment on Maggie’s hair. This is how it went down:
Gentleman #1: Oh, hey Girlfriend!
Me: [awkwardly smiling and wondering if he was talking to me or Maggie]
Gentleman #2: Girlfriend has some curl! Was she at the pool today?
Me: [realizing that ‘Girlfriend’ was Maggie, relaxes a bit] Yeah, we’re just coming back from our second visit.
Gentleman #3: Is that a perm?
Me: No, it just does this.
Gentleman #1: Oh, Girlfriend.
The lesson that I’ve learned here in Vegas this time around with a baby is that there are very, very funny people here and Maggie attracts the best of them. She has really been wanting to walk all by herself and greet anyone that walks by.
Mags and I have had a few off-strip adventures, some of which were eventful and some that were just ho-hum. Last night, after Barry was done Nerd Conferencing, (I love that term, feel free to use it in your own life when necessary) we headed to Old Downtown to watch the Freemont Lights.
Barry said that he felt like he was at the Puyallup Fair or something along those lines, which was funny because I’m pretty sure that Elvis and Superman don’t hang out at The Puyallup or that Kiss, the band, is just walking around and Darth Vader is so willing to share his light saber.
My camera died so I didn’t get to document all the craziness that was Fremont Street, you can either choose to be grateful or sad. I probably didn’t need a picture of Elvis talking to Superman, so I’m a bit grateful.
Not to make those of you in the PNW jealous….but we’re headed off to the pool. Yee-haw!!
