Vegas

Well I managed to get my pictures from point A to point B, but not quite to point C. C being my blog, A, being my camera and B, being my computer. Got that?

But I did manage to catch up on sleep and reemerge from zombie land. And do the laundry. And pay bills. And tickle miss Paisley's belly. Who could resist that little pot belly. She walks around saying, "belly, belly, belly, belly, belly." All the while holding her lil belly. {sigh} So, So cute.

So to recap our Vegas trip I may have to break it down into days. It's easier to remember that way. It was a bit of a fast paced blur. Not a drunken blur, just a blur.

Day 1
Our flight left Rapid at 7:50pm, we arrived with no problems around 9 pm with the time change. We got to fly right over the strip, which was a pretty remarkable welcome. Got our luggage and found our shuttle, no problem {Phew}. Sat by a nice man from Sturgis who goes to the NFR every single year. He gave us the low down and I'm pretty sure he was just as excited for us, as we were for us! Cute. I love cute old men. Even if that sounded totally creepy. Funny bit, on the flight, the stewardess was giving her schpele, and meant to say, "If we can assist you in anyway, please do not hesitate to ask, but instead said, If we can assist you in anyway, please DO NOT ask." It was hilarious. The entire flight erupted in laughter. Good start!

So we got to our hotel, checked in after a mile long walk from the back forty where they dumped us off. (Note to hotel, please put a check in desk near the back forty. Thank you.)

Then we walked down the strip to check things out. Almost got ran over, following some (other) clueless cowboys. Appears those bridge things they made to keep retards from being run over, are only good, if you use them. I seem to remember someone (Pam) saying, "they were just building those when we were there last time because so many stupid tourist get killed, walking across the street."

I had a bit of an "ah-ha" moment as we were crawling through the landscape and fence to get to the sidewalk again. So this is what she was talking about!

We went back to the hotel (Excalibur), sat down and watched a 6 foot tall, blond sing for about an hour. She was good. But we were tired. And she played the tambourine a lot. Jed says it's harder than it looks. I'll take his word for it.

Day 2

We woke up about 8 and as I was getting ready I could hear Jed talking to his mom. He actually said this, "There isn't a whole lot to do."

I giggled. To myself.
This, coming from the cowboy who lives in Meadow. Meadow, people. . .  have y'all been to Meadow?
I knew she'd set him straight and get him pumped. Or try her best anyway.
So we set out on day 2. . . . .

to be continued