Wednesday, April 8, 2009
A Tale of Two Birds
Last weekend we went to Vegas. Normally I love Vegas - sunshine, great shopping, great food, etc. Chris plays a little blackjack. We're both happy. Well, this trip was not even close to fantastic. The weather in Vegas was incredibly miserable - 40 mph wind gusts that prevented you from walking outside and if you did go out, you'd get dirt blowing in your face and feel like hotel signs were going to collapse on you. Mix this with 55 degree weather and we were better off staying home. Plus, I just wasn't in the mood to shop (blast this darn economy) and Chris didn't come home a big winner in blackjack. What a stinky trip. Needless to say, it left a bad taste in my mouth and I AM DONE with Vegas for a long time. To confirm the fact that I am done with Vegas for a really long time, when we got home there was a dead bird once again on our front steps after it flew directly into our big "picture" window. I say "once again" because the last time that we got home from Vegas we had a bird on our front steps as well. It's like we have so much debauchery in Vegas that we cause nature to die. So, yeah, I'm done with Vegas.