Happy Hours?

Last night, Jenn and I got back to our roots and met for our formerly long-standing tradition of Thursday night happy hour. I miss those days! We've gotten smarter in 3 years. We actually used to meet at Timpano - a lovely steak and chop house with absolutely no drink specials. We now frequent our favorite new Hyde Park hot spot - Cheap. They DO have happy hour specials on food and drink. Much more budget conscious in this economy, especially since we are both in sales.

Anyway, it was a lovely evening, and we had a blast carrying on like two giggly little school girls. I am very much looking forward to returning to this tradition, although from now on, pizza should be involved.

After happy hour, I came home to watch Duke (tank). What a depressing ending to what seemed like a promising season. While this was going on, Shawn, back in Vegas for the 3rd time this month, had a Bob Knight Special. Apparently, Coach became very impatient at the studio prior to the post-game live shots. The games were lasting longer than expected, and after waiting and waiting, Coach said "Let's GO!" and refused to sit there and wait any longer.

Maybe you did or did not notice the missing Coach commentary on the 11 o'clock Sportscenter last night. Anyway, that was a fun moment for Shawn.

Sigh. I'm ready for him to come home. This trip has been brutal. Lee keeps telling Shawn to thank him. I have a thank you for you Lee!!!

The fortunate thing for Shawn is that at least he has visitors for the weekend. Wags was kind enough to fly out from LA and re-live the days of the dynamic duo out on the town. Only this time, Shawn is the married wingman. We saw a dude last week at the Wynn pool wearing a shirt that said "Don't get excited - I'm just the wingman." I promptly went out and purchased the exact same shirt. (no, I didn't, but I meant to!)

Also, Beatrice will be in town this weekend, and she, too, is an avid college hoops fan. They will have the chance to bond at the sportsbook and watch some games.

I will be working the Buccaneers cheerleader auditions tomorrow morning. Don't get excited, I'm only working registration, but at least I get to see (intimidate) the girls as they walk in. Should be fun. Hopefully, next year, I can watch them dance.

Have a great weekend!

Somebody put me out of my misery

I could continue my diatribe of how much I detest the Vegas airport, but quite honestly, I am way too exhausted to expend the last morsel of energy I have to do so.

Yesterday was absolutely brutal. My flight that was supposed to take off at 5:05pm, was, SURPRISE, delayed.

I have never seen so many people packed in like sardines at the Vegas airport. I mean, yes, we all know it is one of the busiest weekends of the year. Yes, we know that no matter what time of year you go to Vegas, Sunday is hectic. However, in the many times I have been to Vegas, I have never seen such a mob scene as I witnessed yesterday. I had to stop and ask myself a few times if, in fact, I was at the Tokyo airport. There were people everywhere and you literally could not move from gate to gate.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get a flight for Monday, so I had to weather the storm, suck it up, and take my flight, whenever they decided to take off, back to Tampa. I think I got in bed somewhere between 4-4:30am. I chugged some Nyquil, and passed out until 11am. Now, I am sitting at work with my eyes barely open and an odd head spinning sensation. Oh happy day.

I love Vegas....

Oh yes, I did get to meet Coach Knight yesterday. I was terrified. He couldn't have been nicer or more friendly to me, but I was still feeling scared. He also took a picture with me & Shawn. It was certainly a highlight of March Madness.

Shawn returns tonight, hopefully, in one piece, only to return to Vegas on Wednesday. God bless him.

Other highlights of the trip that I'm too exhausted to describe in detail included Le Reve - the amazing acrobatic aquatic (say that 5 times fast) show at the Wynn, and, the soon-to-be-legendary XS club at Encore. This place was unreal. I felt like I was in Monaco. Incredible.

I'm tired. More later.

Vegas & March Madness - An American Tradition

So, I fooled "all y'all" (yes, that is an acceptable English pronoun). See, I started the first post on March 2nd, but actually did not finish and post until today. Here is today's post. I hope to make this a regular thing. You may not be entertained, but I am easily amused, therefore, writing this blog is entertaining to yours truly.

I am off to Vegas for a 41-days-past mini-moon, if you will. Is there any place better to celebrate anything at the end of March than...drum roll please...VIVAAAAA LAS VEGAS?!

I can't really brag. Shawn is out there for work. He is working with the infamous Coach Bobby Knight. In fact, our producer/glorified babysitter worked with him last week, went back to Vegas Wednesday through the weekend, and will return yet again next Wednesday for another weekend of the God of College Hoops himself.

We are staying at a lush pad known as the Wynn tower suites. You will be able to read a full review after the weekend on Trip Advisor.com, where I first became "published". As well, I am on a scouting trip for Jenn & Wen's Birthday weekend on July 4th of this year. Vegas baby, yeah! (That's an Austin Powers reference, Daddy)

Anyway, I am super nervous to meet Coach Knight. I asked Shawn the other day - what do I say? Do I say "Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you, Coach." Or, do I say, "It's a great honor to meet you Mr. Knight." Do I bring a folding chair and hurl it across the casino then shake his hand? I don't know what to do! I'm afraid he'll yell at me for SOMETHING. I have promised myself not to sport any Duke/Texas/UCLA t-shirts for fear of prompt criticism.

So, I am off to Vegas today. Go ahead - be jealous. Hate hate hate hate hate.....