I’m back! And I reek of smoke! Yay Vegas!

Being just the BF and I, the weekend was rather low-key. Yes, this was my first Grown-Up Vegas Trip. No sneaking sleeping bags past the Venetian front desk in order to crash shoulder to shoulder with 23 other strong-livered partygoers. No mixing rum and Cokes by the ironing board for breakfast. That was so two years ago.

Instead, we watched good shows. We ate good food. We napped.

Also, we held hands a lot. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever done that much hand-holding in such a concentrated span of time. Riding up escalators, we held hands. Standing in line for the buffet, we held hands. Sitting in the theaters, we held hands. I know it’s not a big deal since we’ve been going out forever and that’s, like, what you’re supposed to do when you’re going out, but it’s kind of reassuring, you know? A little squeeze would mean “Hi.”

Anyway, Vegas was fun. Read more on the always-thorough website Moron Enterprises.

On a different note, I just ordered a pricey pair of shaping underwear for Tiff’s wedding so I’m good to go on my Thanksgiving gorging plans. I can’t wait to eat, drink and be merry. And then work out a couple more times for good conscience.