Las Vegas

I said in the previous post that we were up by 8 am. This is technically true, but I tossed and turned all night, first because I was so cold and then because I was too hot, so I didn’t really rest very much if at all. D.P. was up at 630 am so he took his heartburn med, and I ‘woke up’ at about 730 am and hopped in the shower. I figured I wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep anyway. I’m not sure how long I stayed in the shower, but when I came back I layed down on the bed next to D.P. and rubbed his chest for a bit. I’m sure, since we’re all adults here, you can all guess what happened next. [I’m telling you, it’s in the air there!] We took our time getting ready to go, and checked out about 11 am, leaving our bags in the supervised area for outgoing patrons.

We walked down the street to a restaurant in the Flamingo hotel where we ate breakfast. We decided on sharing, so I ordered a four-cheese omelet, hashbrowns and toast, and he ordered 5 pancakes. We had some nice talk time while we waited, and when the food came we were speechless. You guys, the food was SO HUGE, it rendered us utterly unable to function. The pancakes were the size of a dinner plate, and the omelet was about 10 times bigger than the normal serving size. Maybe I’m exaggerating the omelet size, but the pancakes I shit you not! Of course, we did our best to devour the feast, but we were no match in the end. I wasn’t really hungry until we arrived in Denver later that night, if that tells you anything.

After our breakfast, we cruised through some more hotels, and took some more pictures. We made it a point to check out the Paris hotel, the one with the Eiffel Tower, but due to consistently high winds, they didn’t allow us to check out the observation deck. Bummer! [As I said before, the pictures I took will tell a much better story than I can do here, trying to remember all the hotel names.] I picked up a red M & M water bottle for Ethan’s t-ball practices and games, and Mary was bought two Lip Smackers (Fanta Orange and Grape) from the Coke store. This added to what I had purchased the night before: Ethan a squished penny, and Mary a necklace with her name on it.

Again, we walked and walked and walked. I joked with D.P. that he said he’d be walking my legs off… not my feet. “You said nothing about my feet falling off!!” I complained (slightly). It was a good hurt, for sure. LOL

We finally made it back to the hotel and picked up our bags. We caught a taxi back to the airport, and tried to catch an earlier flight. It was full, so we waited for the next one to go out. Word on the street (hehe) was there was snow in Denver. Damnit! Nice way to ruin our vacation… with snow as a ‘welcome home’! Bah. I was so tired while we were waiting for the flight, I layed my head down on D.P.’s shoulder and fell asleep almost immediately. ‘Til he had to go potty. Then I was screwed.

While he was in the restroom, though, I dug out a nice card I had bought before the trip and pulled out the pen I had in my bag. I wrote a quick thank you message, signed my name, and then placed it gently in the envelope. When D.P. came back, I asked him how far the restrooms were, and handed him the card. He asked where I got it from, and I told him I picked it up before we came to Vegas. When I got back, he thanked me for the card and I gave him a quick kiss. It was sweet.

[I can’t forget to mention: when we were waiting for the flight out of Denver the day before, D.P. handed me a birthday card and said I could open it then or later. Of course, I couldn’t resist, and opened it during that very moment. On the front, it said, “CELEBRATE!” On the inside, it had a message and played “Celebration” by Kool and The Gang. D.P. said he thought it was very fitting since I love music. 🙂 Very thoughtful, indeed.]

We finally got on board a flight, and headed home. I nodded off for a bit, but towards the end of the flight I’d just stare (I mean, gaze) at Dave while he was sleeping. He looked so innocent, and without worry. It was nice to see him that way, almost like a sweet angel. Alright, cut the crap, Desiree. I was bored and didn’t have anything interesting to do. LOL

We arrived in Denver safely, and he took me home (of course, I begged him nicely to stop by Taco Bell because I was absolutely STARVED at that point). He txted me when he got home, and I wrote him a message that neither of us will ever forget, I’m sure of it. That’s all I’m going to say about that. 🙂

I still can’t believe this is happening to me.


It’s not like I didn’t want to ever see my kids again, I just didn’t want to leave… mostly because of how I felt with D.P. when I was there which was, of course, euphoric. This morning, I told him I was spoiled those two days… now I feel nearly naked not having him here with me, everywhere I go. LOL I had the best time ever — I’m so glad we were able to get away for a couple of days.

We met Tuesday morning at the local Cracker Barrel. It was my first time there, and I loved it. When we were done eating, we headed over to the airport. I seem to remember some talk of stopping by home and one of us maybe being seduced (him or me, I’m not sure), but we (I mean, D.P.) decided that we better get to the airport so that we wouldn’t be late. Hehe.

We arrived at the airport and tried to meet up with D.P.’s work friend, Corri, but something kept coming up and we were never able to catch her. I teased him and said that I don’t believe Corri exists. He replied, “Well, next time I talk to her, I’ll let you get on the phone so you can see she’s real.” [I’m still wondering when I can meet his friends, let alone his family.] I tried to sleep on the flight out there, but I was so damn excited I couldn’t keep my eyes closed long enough. D.P. took a little snoozer, though.

When we made it to Las Vegas, we hopped into a cab and toodled over to Imperial Palace, the hotel were were staying at. As we were checking in, the lady asked me if I was Mrs. P. There was an awkward pause from D.P. and me, and then I said “Yes!” To me, if that’s what she wanted to assume, it was fine by me. LOL D.P. promptly said (I could have sworn it was a shout), “No!” The tone of voice was what startled me, not the response itself: it was the voice of a man who was scared shitless of the word “Missus”. Subsequently, since he essentially asked for it, I gave him a hard time about it the whole time we were in Vegas. Later on, he informed me that they needed to know my real name in case of a fire or other emergency. Makes sense, but he didn’t have to ruin my good time. LOL

We dropped our stuff off in Room 1586, and headed down the street to Margaritaville for some grub and drink. It was a very cutesy place, and the servers were friendly. The margs were really tasty, no doubt about it, so we had two. We munched on fries and a chicken sandwich… the sandwich was not as great as the fries, but edible. When we were done, we headed to the Stratosphere via the Monorail.

The view from the Stratosphere was super! I took quite a few pictures while we were there, some inside and the rest outside on the observation deck. It was very windy, so we didn’t stay outside for very long, but it was long enough to get a few good shots. At one point, while we were inside, there was a young couple standing near us. The woman approached D.P. and asked him if he would take their picture. He obliged, and then the woman asked if he would like her to take our picture. It was the perfect opportunity to get one good picture out of him, as he claims to hate taking pictures. It turned out very well, so I didn’t bother him during the rest of the trip for any more. I figured, I was damn lucky to have gotten the one. LOL

After that, it’s a blur. We walked, and walked, and walked. My feet hurt after all the walking, and I began to get blisters on the bottom of my feet. I was able to catch some cool shots of the lights at night, and some of the hotels we sneaked a peek at. Once I get those posted, you’ll have more of a storyline in that regard.  See them now.

Right before 10 pm, we stopped at the Beatles Revolution lounge, in the Mirage hotel. I didn’t know what to expect, really, but maybe I had it in the back of my mind that it was going to be a band covering Beatles songs… ’cause when the band started playing, it was NOT the Beatles. Not anywhere close. It was still fun, but I was a little exhausted from all the walking and kinda wanted to go back to the hotel for some quiet time. Or evening delight, whatever. I told D.P. I wanted to go after the first band was done playing (apparently, there was a second band getting ready to play as we were leaving), and he said we should go over to the Bellagio hotel so I could see the water show I had insisted on getting to. I told him I just wanted to get back to the hotel… so that’s what we ended up doing.

Once we were back at the hotel, we went on the patio and looked out onto The Strip. It was so loud! I guess that’s the first sign you’re getting too old… when music is too loud. LOL One thing led to another, and the promise of seduction from earlier in the day was carried out. I still get chills thinking about the passionate kisses and lovemaking. There’s something definitely in the air out there that makes a person a little crazy in the love department. LOL

After we had ‘rested’ at the hotel for awhile, we headed over to the Bellagio to check out the water show. Unfortunately for us, they stopped doing it at midnight… and it was about one o’clock at that moment. Bummer! I was pissed at myself for not going straight to the Bellagio instead of going back to the hotel room. Damn it! Oh well, guess that leaves one thing for the next trip.

By the time we got to bed (after having a quick bite of carrot cake in one of the IP’s cafes), it was nearly 4 am. I was so tired, and he was so tired, when he mumbled something to me, I said (very loudly), “Huh?!” We laughed our butts off about it… because we were so slap-happy. I can’t remember the last time I was that tired. Of course, we were up bright and early, by 8 am. Ugh.

.::. Stay tuned for Day 2 .::.

Good news! Grammy is home with Gramps again. I understand she will have nurses/therapists coming in to the house to help with physical therapy, not sure for how long. She has been giving everyone trouble, saying she won’t use her walker to get around (she can just hold on to the furniture, ya know) and D.P.’s mom told her if she falls and breaks her hip she’ll be going to a nursing home because Gramps won’t be able to take care of her. Hopefully, that scared her enough to start using the darn walker.

Suffice it to say, LAST WEEK SUCKED. I’m so glad it’s over! But… only 15 days until my trip to Las Vegas with D.P.!! Woot!!

Four weeks and counting until my trip to Las Vegas with D.P. I am so stinkin’ excited, I can hardly contain myself. I arrive at work every morning and look at my vacation ticker… it’s motivation for me to keep my head above water for just one more day.

Earlier, I contacted the staffing firm I’m trying to get on with. The manager told me that they are hoping to do second interviews with the owner some time next week. Is it supposed to be this hard? I really (really, really, really) want this job, but it seems like it’s going to drag on forever at this point. Regarding the other job I’ve recently interviewed for, I plan on calling them tomorrow or Thursday to check on the status of the hiring process.

My kids have been wanting to go to Chuck E. Cheese‘s with me and D.P., so I brought it up to him and he agreed to go. I found one within reasonable driving distance and told him to let me know which day would work best for him… and we talked about going this weekend. I was surprised (nearly shocked) that his response was so quick. Wow! I’m trying to take this all in now. It’s interesting to me that he did that, because I told D.P. last night: “If I get too serious for you, I want you to tell me. I don’t want to scare you off.” He said, “Are you planning on moving in? That would scare me. Are you planning on saying we should get married while we’re in Vegas? That would scare me. Other than that, I’m not scared.” I told him I wasn’t planning on moving in, and I can’t get married in Vegas anyway… so it was settled right then and there.

Sounds like we’re serious, just not THAT serious. Hehe.

D.P. and I have been talking about our trip to Las Vegas again lately, and I’m becoming increasingly excited at the thought of going where there are no kids, no exes, and no adult worries. We’ll leave during the early afternoon of April 15th, and we’ll arrive home before 9 or 10 pm on April 16th. It is sure to be a whirlwind trip.

What do we know about our trip so far? Well, in the beginning of our planning, we were going to stay at a timeshare just off The Strip; unfortunately, that didn’t work out, so we are now booked at the Imperial Palace Hotel and Casino – right on The Strip! I took a look at the website this morning and discovered they have a karaoke bar. Maybe, if I beg D.P. enough, we can stop in and check it out.

I know we’ll be walking (and walking and walking and walking) and riding the monorail to see:

Margaritaville – A multi-level Caribbean-themed entertainment venue that offers two outdoor patios overlooking the Las Vegas Strip, a nautical-themed restaurant, five distinctive bars, live entertainment nightly (both indoors and outdoors) and a 3,000-square-foot retail store.

Stratosphere – Stratosphere Las Vegas is a hotel and casino located on the Las Vegas Strip in Las Vegas, Nevada, owned by American Casino & Entertainment Properties which is a wholly owned subsidiary of American Real Estate Partners. The property’s signature attraction is the 1,149 ft (350 m) Stratosphere Tower; it is the tallest free-standing structure in Nevada and the second-tallest free-standing structure in the United States west of the Mississippi River, after the Kennecott Smokestack in Magna, Utah. The hotel is a separate building with approximately 20 stories, 2,444 rooms and an 80,000 square foot (7,000 m²) casino.

The Beatles™ Revolution Lounge – Revolutionary in design and atmosphere, this ultra-lounge features cutting edge, interactive experiences to create a psychedelic sensory environment and a contemporary interpretation of The Beatles era. Each night will be an evolutionary journey, where both the music and interior transform, resulting in an eclectic nightlife adventure at The Mirage.

Something else I’m looking forward to is coming up this Saturday, when we are going to see D.P.’s land near Cripple Creek. I don’t recall ever venturing out that way, so I’m excited to see all of it; I’ll be taking my camera along to capture some images of that area. D.P. keeps saying I’m going to get tired of him, being with him all day – I tell him it’s going to be the other way around. I wish he would stop verbalizing the negative comments about himself – it makes me sad to hear him speak that way.