What Happens In Vegas
Me (hobbling out of the bathroom 5-weeks post-abdominal surgery): “Oh my God.”
(flops on bed)
Me: “I shouldn’t have showered.”
Mandi: “Yeah.”
Me: “What are we watching?”
Mandi: “A documentary on hot dogs.”
Me: “Oooh! I’ve seen this before.”
(crawls under covers)
(silence ensues)
(time passes)
Me: “What the hell time is that party tonight?”
Mandi: “I dunno. Six? Seven?”
Me: “But we need to finish this show.”
Mandi: “Yeah. But you’ve seen it before.”
Me: “It was that fucking good.”
Mandi: “Oh fuck yeah.”
Me: “Parties are bullshit. Let’s fucking stay here and watch this show.”
Mandi: “We have go.”
Me: “Yeah. YEAH. Fuck. I’m so comfy.”
Mandi: “We need to finish this documentary. Period.”
Me: “I wonder what’s up next?”
Mandi: “Ooooooh! A documentary on Amelia Earhart.”
Me: “Let’s order room service, yo.”
Mandi: “Okay.”
Me: “We know how to PARTY.”
Mandi: (makes sign of the horns) “FUCK YEAH.”
Meanwhile…
In the ajoining room, Jana is watching the Heisman awards on ESPN like a dude.
Excellent idea! Sometimes you just have to veg!
A hot dog documentary? Is that code for porn?
I really need to lay off huffing white board markers. I can’t tell if I went back in time 9 months, you don’t know what city you’re in (and had more surgery?), you had a random post burble to the top of the posting pile or you’re rockin’ it hard at Type A (vajazzled beav and all) and this was just study in contrast.
Or I may need more coffee.
Bwahahahaha. I was reminded of this day when I ran into Mandi here at Type A Mom.
I’m not gonna lie, one of my favorite parts of vacation is chilling on a comfy bed in a strange place with no one bugging me and nothing in particular to do. Screw parties. Big fluffy comforters and bad TV are where it’s AT.
Fuck Yeah! Sounds like my kind of vacation.
This is why I don’t go to vegas.. I would much rather just stay in the hotel room watching movies than be out partying… You rock!
Please tell me that you will be willing to recreate this party scene at BlogHer and be ever-so-kind to invite me.
Um. DUH. That’s TOTES on the calendar.
I’m with Beth. I have lied, even to my darling old grandmother, about dates I’m in town so I have a couple on my own with nobody and nothing but the crap I want to do – or not. (Sorry, Grandma.)
Yeah – sometimes the best ‘vacation’ is the one doing nothing 🙂
Vegging is totally underrated.