Vegas is/was/continues to be . . . interesting. Pretty much what I expected. Lots of work, two very sore feet, severe irritation with co-workers . . . the bad stuff I expected. With the exception of the night of puking my guts out. Didn't expect that. Apparently when you eat healthy for a month it's NOT a good idea to go eat French food. Who knew . . .
The good stuff has been great. GREAT food (in spite of the puking episode). I ate literally some of the best food I've ever had while on this trip. John Dory (a fish? What the?), Dover Sole, fresh handmade ravioli (cheese, sweet pea - not the flower, artichoke, asparagus . . . mmmmm), strawberry/vanilla baked alaska, chocolate hazelnut dome thingies with raspberry sauce . . . AND the good news, it was all not paid for by me. I got an AMAZING aromatherapy massage (they had me fill out a questionnaire and then CUSTOMIZED a scent just for me! It was so amazing.)
The Mandalay Bay, where I'm staying, is WAY better than I expected, and THEhotel, where my company had a hospitality suite is spectacular. And contains the funniest . . . "thing." Everything is "THE" THEcoffee cafe. THEbar. THEnotepad. THEsparkle. And the best one of all:
Who knew you could find that kind of comedy in the bathroom? On the toilet paper??
And.
Oh my gosh the AND. Are you guys ready for the A-N-D?
I'd like you all to meet the newest member of my family:
Her name is Carla Mancini (I think I shall call her Cini) and she's the most beautiful, brilliant, amazing little red patent leather bag with ivory grosgrain lining that ever was born. I will protect and love her as long as I am breathing. My unbelievably amazing boss saw her in a store and told me I had to have her. I tried to argue with said amazing boss but she INSISTED that I bring her home. After a few minutes you just don't argue with your boss when she INSISTS on something. Especially when the something she is insisting on is THAT BAG and tells you that you are not required to spend moolah to bring her home. She is sitting next to me in the front seat on the car ride home tomorrow.
So, tomorrow I have one more meeting in the morning and then I drive home. I can't wait to see my husband. I've missed him like crazy this week.
Also, it's time to start packing. The official closing date is set for the new house. September 28th. No news on the old house but I'm sure we'll have some soon. For now I'm trying to get excited and pick paint colors for the new house!
And trying to ignore the fact that I have to pack. I hate moving.
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Oh no!!! I'm sorry about the puking episode! Ick!
Love the new purse, you sassy little minx, you.
And I ADORE you for taking a photo of THEtp. Hahahaha.
I miss you. Come back to the online world of online-ness.
Oooh Cini is preeeetttty.
Love the new bag!!! Love it! Just got a similar on myself. Great minds, eh?
Sorry about the puking, but THEtp is so fricking funny!
I LOVE THE BAG! It is gorgeous!
Kate, you KNOW we must take Cini and Choo out for lunch soon! We simply must!
I need a boss like your boss. Granted I wouldn't know what to do with the shoes and the bag once I got them...but hey, I'd figure it out. I mean after all, my boss DID break down due to some heaven-opening miracle and give me my job back part-time after he flat refused for nine months AND gave me FOUR WHOLE months of UNPAID maternity leave. YES!
Ok ewww. I was checking out the website to THE Hotel and on the slide show of pictures with the caption THE seduction, there's a woman being seduced by an ape-ishly hairy man. I had to look twice it was so...hairy. Yikes.
love the purse. love THEbranding. sorry about the puking. :)
i am in LOVE with that bag. so cute. SO cute! makes me think i need a red bag, as well.
THEtp? hilarious. i love it.
That is the prettiest thing I've seen all day!!!
The longest I've been away from The Man in five years is three days. I can't imagine a WHOLE WEEK!
Umm, I'd be willing to purse sit for you, I have credentials, sort of, if not outright lust for that divine bag. Lucky.
love, love, love that bag.
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