This past weekend we successfully crossed number seven off the pre-baby bucket list (!!). It was the most random spontaneous trip ever, planned exactly three weeks ago. Southwest was having a sale, we happened to have a free weekend, and the Avett Brothers were playing at Silverton Casino. Next thing we knew, we were on our way to sin city! This was my first time going to Vegas (I KNOW) and at the risk of sounding like an old lady, I have concluded that Vegas is not for me. The hotels were beautiful, and I loved looking at all of the casinos and shops, but I just couldn’t get over the smell of desperation.
Everywhere we turned, scenes of crowded desperation followed. Girls desperate for love. Guys desperate for sex. Old people desperate to get rich. Rich people desperate to impress. Everyone was trying. so. hard.
And then there was me. Oooohing and aaaaahing over pretty chandeliers. Drooling over (and creepily staring at) Adrian Grenier, who sat across from us at the Sugar Factory. Getting lost in Paris and New York New York, daydreaming of our next trip. Sure, I put on the sequined dress and wore lipstick and stayed out past my bedtime, but none of that changed the fact that I didn’t really belong (and I’m not complaining).
On Saturday night, Brett and I had just stepped on the monorail to go back to our hotel when I remembered that number seven on our pre-baby bucket list clearly stated “go gambling in Vegas and act like we know what we’re doing.” It was almost 1:00am, and we had to be up in four hours to catch our 7:00am flight (p.s. what were we thinking?!). Regardless, we were dedicated to the cause so Brett quickly grabbed his wallet. Upon opening it, we found what was to be expected: one lonely dollar.
Wah wah wah.
It was pretty pathetic, but after spending money on the concert and a fancy dinner, we felt content just gambling a dollar. So we stopped at a casino, plopped down at a slot machine, acted like we knew what we were doing (what the heck does five lines mean??), and lost that dollar in less than 30 seconds. It was fun and silly and we laughed the whole time. So no, we didn’t strike it rich in Vegas. But we crossed number seven off the list, and I’ll take that any day 
Are you pro-Vegas? Am I missing something? Maybe it’s a lot more fun if you’re single and like to party (of which I am not)?
