this weekend, in more detail.

friday, i sold an old coach bag on ebay and used the winnings to join weight watchers for three months. i just wanna drop a few pounds, so i'm excited to see how it works. some words of wisdom, though: do not join weight watchers before you go to vegas for the weekend. i ate like twelve million points.

saturday, i was supposed to go to the dentist. i arrived ten minutes early only to find they had no record of my appointment. i should them the little card thingy they sent me as a reminder. didn't matter. the dentist had already gone home for the day. moral of the story: those stupid appointment cards are really just a dental conspiracy to kill more trees.

sunday, hubby and i picked up some road food and headed to vegas (and i totally conned him into buying me a ramones cd i didn't already have. score!). the company he works for paid for everyone at his level and higher (managers, developers, etc.) to go to the palms for two nights. sunday, we drank. he drank a lot. i had one drink and then took care of him. it was nice. i won three dollars playing penny slots.

monday, we had to take a shuttle full of retirees to get to the strip. worth it. finally got to see some of the cool stuff we didn't make it to last time. we gambled. we lost thirty bucks at roulette. then we ate lunch and went back to our hotel. hubby really wanted to play craps so i gave him seventy bucks and went to get some coffee and explore. when i came back, he had two hundred and sixty bucks! so i dragged him away and we went to a yummy buffet.

p.s. buffets were MADE for me. i can out-eat anybody, anytime, anywhere. definitely got my money's worth. and that made me happy because even though i want to drop a couple lbs, based on the weight i eat i should probably weigh a hundred pounds more than i do. so go me.

tuesday we woke up, ate breakfast, and headed home. i had felt icky all night so i was glad to get home, not so glad to be in the car for four to five hours. i did my school reading and the time flew. we made one pit stop. super gross bathroom but i had no choice. we make it home, and my eye is really itchy. i keep trying to scratch it but nothing helps. then it starts getting goopey. then i realize i have pink eye. i blame the nasty pit stop bathroom. had to miss school and work wednesday. boo.

but i'd still do it over again. why? because sometimes i forget how to "act my age" and be less responsible for a day or two. i wasn't going to go to vegas at all because i wanted to do some homework. but seriously, what twenty three year old turns down a free weekend in vegas with the hubby? and even though i may not party THAT hard, it is kinda a right of passage to come home from vegas with SOME kind of disease....mine just happens to be in my eye.