Monday, November 1, 2010

Confession #1 - I Miss Las Vegas

Ah, Sunny Spectacular Las Vegas.
Here lies a confession.

I miss Las Vegas.
Don't get me wrong! I mean, I'm glad I left, for moral reasons and avenues unexplored...
But I do miss a few things about it.

(By the way, if I WAS going to be a showgirl I would totally have gone the Esther Williams path instead. At least some of her outfits are borderline modest. Also colorful and shimmery.)

How about having having one wardrobe? - Summer. And that meant that your main dress piece was usually:

A swimsuit.

No worries, you can layer it if you have to go to the grocery store. Shorts, and a wispy American Eagle tee will have you covered. Don't forget your flip flops.

Although after two kids, I'm kindof glad I live somewhere with layering as a requirement. Thank you, winter sweaters, for hiding that Christmas cake.

I miss my high school years. I feel old. SO old. And I never knew I would look back and miss knowing everyone, who they were and what they liked, and where we would go, and the memories we shared - and look where we were now and have none of that for most of them!

I miss the randomness that comes with living in a warm place. I don't know what it is about Las Vegas, but there was always some discovery around the corner - a giant mud pit at a construction site, a hill to go iceblocking on, buildings to explore.

Here, I am playing guitar in a refrigerator box after swim practice, wearing a Metallica tshirt.

Don't forget your perma-tan you get when you move to Las Vegas.

Ah, teenage years.

Las Vegas.

Freedom, memories, one wardrobe.


  1. Hahahaha... I love this post. I would love to move somewhere warmer and I think Vegas would be fantastic. I love the heat, the shopping, and they have a temple.

  2. True. But don't look at ANYTHING on your way to - or from - the temple. Then you will be safe.