Las Vegas

I think I have been to Las vegas 4 times since I started keeping a blog, but this past weekend was a SPECIAL trip. Dear Mother Margie turned 60 years old!

Here we are in the elevator in the airport parking garage.... Glamour (blogspot is telling me that glamour is not a word....am I spelling things incorrectly?). 

We spent the day at Harrah's playing some games of chance. Mom did well. I did, too, as you can see.

Mom thought that she and I were going on a mother-daughter trip. What was REALLY going down is some of our family was meeting us in Las Vegas to ring in year number 60.

Around 8:30 on Saturday night, I peeled my mother away from the penny slots that she had been winning on all day to go "meet a friend who happened to be in Vegas." She fell for it, hook, line and sinker (fishing reference. Big fisherwoman here). 


As we walked into The Piano Bar in Harrah's, I directed her towards the back of the room. It slowly dawned on her. She knew those people waiting for her. Happy birthday!!!

Hugs for everyone!!

Mom had a great time. She said it was her best birthday ever. I'm pretty proud of Bev, my dad and I for making it happen.

My dad's sisters also made it out to the party! Meet Aunt Sue and Aunt Beth.

We had ourselves a hoot. After the party faded and everyone wandered off to catch some shut eye, Mom sat down at a penny machine and hit a $1200 jackpot! You would think that would be the highlight of the weekend, but ohhhh boy, you'd be wrong! More on that in a minute.


The next night, Mom, Dad, my aunts and I went to Toby Keith's I Love This Bar and Grill for dinner. Boy, oh boy were they in a tizzy there. Turns out TK was ON HIS WAY IN. Exciting news! They were preparing a secret side room for his entourage. And bringing in different food as opposed to the food they serve at the restaurant. Funny. Anyway, we dawdled as long as we could, and Toby hadn't made an appearance yet. Mom and I left to go find Bev, Ron, Chris and Nick on Fremont Street.


There is a zipline on Fremont Street. You start about 70 feet above everyone and zip over the crowd. My scaredy cat mother saw it and said, "We should do that. I'm 60!" So I said, "OKAY!!!" They have you sign a waiver, then you take an elevator to the 5th floor of a parking garage, where you get all harnessed up and step out onto some 65 foot scaffolding. The wind was aggressive that night, so we got to enjoy the sway of the scaffolding in the chilly Las Vegas night air. So romantic, really. We were hooked to the apparatus, and away we went!


Here is a video. The first one (on the left) is my mom. The second ones are Bev and I. I think the music is very fitting.


Happy birthday, Mother Margie!