Reality versus Fantasy

Las Vegas... I don't love the place. Sorry for those of you who live out there, and probably experience a whole different world. For me? It was a symbol the excess of our society. Too much, too loud.

Sure, I had fun at the black jack table when we went to the Bellagio. And the Chihuly- well, you all know I love my Chihuly. It was stunning. We met a lovely group of folks from Alabama that night. We all laughed and joked as we lost our money.

I think I'd rather play with chips that are worth nothing. I do like the game.

The image of the Hoover Dam, versus the faux pyramid and Eiffel tower struck me. On one hand, there is effort that took a tremendous amount of brainpower and will, and on the other, I kept wondering... why?

I did not have a lap dance. The reality versus the fantasy... let's just say I prefer the fantasy. My sister was right. It's kinda gross.

I guess that's what Vegas is- a big giant fantasy. A place to escape, let any of your inhibitions go. I can appreciate that but it's not for me. I guess I've been a mom for too long.

Don't take me too seriously this morning. I'm out of sorts, bad time zone adjustment, and sad my wife is gone for the week. It was great to spend some alone time with her. But now I'm back to life and have to grocery shop, do piles of laundry and catch up on the news.