I drove home through driving rain and pounding hail. Or as Utahns say it, hell. Yes, I literally drove through hell. Hell and crazy weather. I was afraid it would dent my car!
And on a related note, I had a lot of firsts on my last trip to Vegas. Most of them I won't list here but include walking the strip in a strappy sundress. Go me! I did it! I fit into a sundress and actually wore it. All day. Without a sweater. And my shoulders are slightly less white. Tan was asking too much. I will never be remotely tan.
Another first occured when I got to the airport to return home. I had two hours to kill after I got through security. I was depressed to be leaving after having such an awesome time. But what did I spy near my gate? A bar and grill. So I bellied on up to the bar and ordered the one thing I could think of that wouldn't contain wicked sugar. "Give me a rum and Diet Coke... and make it a double." Damn, was I smooth. Just like I'd been doing it all my life. Yeah. Unlike a drink in Utah, I could actually taste the rum and that big ol' glass gave me a gentle, fuzzy buzz that, sadly, wore off before I got home. Back to reality. Reality sucks sometimes.
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