What Happens in Las Vegas...

...gets posted on the old blog. So, LennyJynn had a wedding to go to, and that was that.  We all had to fly with her to keep her company.  Set the course, Lenny!

And when there weren't nuptials to celebrate, we...

...went to shows.  This one was at the Tournament of the Kings dinner show at the Excalibur.  Easily the best part of this show was sitting next to JennyLynn and hearing her roar Hazah! the whole time.  The Dragon Knight here was making eyes at our Keri (far left).  Sorry, Adam, but it's true.  We didn't care a fig for him, but his Friesian was gorgeous.  Hazah!!

We also were able to get tickets to the Cirque Du Soleil "O", sale price compliments of Carrie Norris.  It was AWESOME.  I was sincerely impressed.  Next we went on the New York New York roller coaster...of course, directly after dinner.  

I don't remember the last time I screamed like that, with hysterical laughing in between.  Ooo, it was fun, and Shawna the only one brave enough to not hold on for dear life.

Our lucky break came when we were waiting in line and Fernando had to stamp us.  When I held out my hand he lamented that nobody ever let him stamp their foreheads, and it had been his goal since working there years before.  "Vegas, where all your dreams come true," I said and lifted my bangs.  He was delighted as he stamped all our foreheads, and just for that, he gave us a free second ride!  

Completely worth it!  We saw the "Body" museum exhibit also.  Very interesting especially for the massage therapists and biology teacher in the group.  No pictures were allowed but that's okay--just dip your hand in paraffin a few times and hold very still to get the effect. 

Carrie N. joined us for the next evening.  Thanks, Dan, for covering with the girlies!  During the delectable meal, we displayed our best table manners. 

After dinner we perused the beautiful Venetian, which was quite a treat, partly because we were without kids and curfew, partly for the joy of being with great friends, partly the incredible surroundings.  Why did everybody there have accents?

Jennifer, singin' in the rain.

Keri, trying on Dutch bras.  (In case you can't tell, those things are all carved out of wood.)

A fun bit was when we stopped to listen to an impressive trio (violin/classical guitar/flute) in the square.  My toe was a'tappin and I was feeling the urge to dance.  I even happened to be wearing a twirly skirt!  Then I spotted a bench being warmed by three sweet old fellas and I couldn't resist.  I gave Keri my jacket and purse and went over and told the cutest one that this music was way too good to not be danced to.  Would he join me?  When I ditched my things, Carrie, who knows me way too well said, "When she does something like that it usually means you should pull out your camera."  Glad she did, it was one of my favorite moments.  (Here she posted the short video on her blog.)

At the end of our dance someone called out, "Play a waltz!"  So they did, and after that a tango.  By two songs later the whole floor was packed with dancers and a huge applauding crowd.  The definition of fun!

Carrie and me having a romatic walk over the canal.

Who invited Maxine?  These were some stylish Banana Republic shades Carrie purchased (after finegalling a 50% coupon out of the bored sap behind the counter).

Las Vegas Lassies about to head out for a night on the town, after a leisurely morning of sleeping in, swimming, all-you-can-eat guacamole and pedicures--compliments of lovely Shawna.  (Why am I so annoying?)

From left to right:  Jennifer Hot Lips, JennyLynn Bouffantress (the instigator and enabler of this whole shindig), Shawna the Silver Siren, Keri Kat Woman, and Mahana the Ugly who came down from tree.

And what's a trip to LV without the tourist stop at the sign? 

Thanks to the nice guy who had a real flash on his camera and actually emailed the photos!

Some day "WE COME [back] TO Fabulous LAS VEGAS!"

The only remotely perturbing incident was at the airport on the way home when a short grouchy Aunt Jemima type cornered me and said, "Uh, ma'am, do you got anathang shahrp or haza'dous in yo bag?"

"Nope."

"Well, I gonna check it."

"Okay."

Then she went straight to the left side pocket and pulled out one of Michael's giant hunting knives. I gasped, then began to laugh, then cackled and shrieked and started pulling out my hair and doing jumping jacks. Then they confiscated the knife. Just kidding. They let me mail it home to my dear husband, who claims he didn't remember that it was in there. It was a little embarrassing.

I was greeted at home by a clean happy house, a hungry baby ready to nurse (pumping is for the birds, I tell ya!), a welcome home note and vase of flowers from sweet Isaac waiting for me on the bed.

To all our husbands:  You boys are the best to take off work to keep the kiddos so that we could take off life for the weekend!  Especially Michael, who is a more competent mother of six than I am!  And my thanks to you beautiful ladies for making this such a wonderful trip. 

Silver and gold you are, lassies.  Silver and gold!