Going On My First Girls Only Road Trip. Only Took Me Forty-six Years

So at the ripe old age of forty-six, I’m taking my first girls only road trip. We’re hitting Vegas! I’m excited, but I’m also worried. I’m traveling with my friend Rene and her mother. Going on vacation together can make or break relationships, and I just hope the road doesn’t hit us back. It’s eleven hours in a car. We’ll see. Eleven hours and all I know is, I miss mixed tapes. Really, the whole issue of music could make or break the whole deal. Still, you know what they say, nothing ventured. The infamous “they” also say you should go into a vacation with an intention in mind to help you stay focused and enjoy your time more. While that sounds like a good idea, isn’t Vegas an intension in itself? Isn’t it in the dictionary next to the word dibortery? Still, I’m not a kid. I’ll need to pick my poison.

What are my choices? We have gambling and booze, the combo upon which Vegas was founded. But then they added food and, more recently, shopping. The sad truth is that none of that sound appealing. You know what does? Lounging by the pool at the house were renting. God, am I boring or what, but that’s what I want to do. And ride the High Roller ferris wheel and take a gondola ride at the Venetian. God, I’m not only boring, but dorky. Well, I guess it’s true what they say. Not matter where you go, there you are. Even if you’re going to Vegas