This weekend, I learned that what stays in Vegas isn’t necessarily your seedy tales of debauchery so much as your money. Even on a most-expenses-paid work trip. Even if you only lose fifteen bucks to the slots. Aren’t we just the most underachieving gamblers? Fifteen whole dollars. Risk takers! While true, we lost the money on slot machines (instead of something fancy like Black Jack or Craps) and that’s pretty sad, it’s sadder still that we only did it because our car to the airport was not due to arrive for another thirty whole minutes and what else were we going to do to fill the time? We couldn’t possibly eat any more or spend any more time getting prune-fingered in the pool. So, we threw fifteen bucks in the crapper and had a fine time doing it. But then, we have a fine time doing most anything that ends up in fart jokes.
Speaking of: I spent Wednesday night in the hotel solo – the Dork Lord wasn’t coming out until the next evening. And glory hallelujah, wasn’t it just heaven to have a big old king sized bed to myself, and all those divinely squishy pillows for me, just me? It really was… until I realized, in the middle of making snow angels in the smooth white sheets, that it was going to be me, just me all alone all night long. I know my friend Mike thinks this is pathetic and horribly codependent (he sent me an email saying as much), but after months and months of sharing bedtime with my best friend, going to sleep alone wasn’t worth all the extra space and all the deliciously plush linens in all the off-strip hotels in all of Vegas. I didn’t like it one bit. Bedtime – even excluding any headboard knocking antics – is one of the best parts of the day. It’s when we trade love you’s and back scratches and yeah, usually fart jokes because we’ll probably never be proper grown ups. When I was a little girl, lying in bed at night, I could hear my parents in the bedroom above mine, their laughter getting sucked down and pouring out of the heating vents in my ceiling. I think about that sometimes when we’re falling asleep, still laughing about something silly, and if I have my way, that’s how it will be for the restof forever.
Unless, of course, one of us is on a business trip. And that’s when cell phones come in handy.
Fish this post is so sweet. It made me want to share my giant bed. I must get a boyfriend. Living vicariously through you is great and all, but about that headboard knocking…
It’s incredibly true! You are so excited about the big ‘ole bed all to yourself, but then like a snap of the finger you are just as sad to have to be in that big bed alone…I don’t like it one bit either. The ‘Goodnight Babe’s and ‘I love you’s are the best part to most days with the ‘Good Morning Beautiful’s close in there… Enjoy it Fish – glad you are so incredibly happy!!
I knew I met my match when bedtime became giggle time. Every day I know how darn lucky I am. And I’m super happy that it looks like you’re just as lucky & happy too. Enjoy Fish and I hope it lasts forever and a day.
Totally agree. Bedtime is when we get goofy and tell stupid jokes and giggle. It’s my favorite.
The ending of that just made me choke up! I definitely agree – even though I love what I’m doing with my life during the day, the best part of it always is crawling into bed with my boy.
Awwww. Sweet.
Sigh.
Ok, I’m feeling some envy right now….
So…when will you be changing “needs” in your blog title to “has”?
You said it perfectly – my favorite part of the day is crawling into bed next to my sweetie. There’s a certain closeness in just being there together. laughing together before bed promotes a better night’s sleep!
Dear C. I.
You can still “need” the things you have, it makes you not take them for granted. Fish has no need to change her blog name.
You may have missed the boy, but I sure bet you didn’t miss the very large and drooly dog
I’m the same way when the BF is out of town. Plus my inner 5-year-old comes out. What was that noise? Is the boogeyman under the bed? Am I completely and utterly irrational? Apparently yes.
Sometimes I think you’re reading my thoughts.
My bicycle just left with his (literal) bicycle to go climb mountains for three nights.
Yay! Big giant pillowtop bed with super-luxurious sheets.
But wait a second. No nightly laughing/teasing ritual? No talking about the no-intentional-fart promise? Oh. That’s no good.
And we don’t have the benefit of cell service. Sigh.
Not to sound negative (because it is a cute post), but wait till those “months and months of sharing bedtime” turns into years and years. Then you’ll love every bit of that space and plushness…..while still loving him, of course
I hate sleeping alone too. I love when the boy toy is beside me. He goes away for a golf trip every year and I dread the thought of the big ole bed by myself.
As for the $15 on slots, when I was in Vegas I spent a whooping $2 on slots, well actually $2 total gambling. Yeap, I’m a big gambling loser…I just like my money in my pocket.
That’s just sweet.