I was still on the plane, Jane was in the taxi line, and Julie was on her way up to our room after successfully navigating the check in system at our fancy shmancy Vegas hotel.
We'd been texting like crazy to coach the adorably nervous Julie as she approached the reservations desk. I was despondent when I had to turn my phone off for the 50 minute flight, and I couldn't wait to land so I could get it turned back on. When I did, a million messages came through in all kinds of crazy order. I tried to make sense of them while new alerts kept coming, and then I saw this:
My first thought was "YAY, she's on her way to the room!"
My second thought was "what the hell is she doing with her right hand?"
I didn't give it too much thought at the time, because I had places to go, baby! While I got myself off the plane and into a cab to get to my girls, they were having an adventure of their own in yet another elevator:
So by the time I arrived on the 30th floor
I had to wait almost 5 whole minutes for my sisters to arrive! It was lonely, and the room was complicated. But I persevered.
I"m glad I made it because mere moments later, this:
|Julie's wearing my whole hat, which makes me confused about which of these faces is actually mine.|
|seriously, what's with the hand?|
When Julie and I found ourselves in front of one of those photo backdrop thingies, we were bereft not to have Jane there, but when a photo op presents itself
We had a great weekend. We ate two completely fabulous meals, and celebrated two festive birthdays for my lovely Leo sisters
|Happy Birthday, Julie!|
|We played the gambles|
|Happy Birthday Jane! or should I say joyeux anniversaire?|
|nibbling faces under the Eiffel Tower|
|dancing like rockettes in tune with the Bellagio fountain's production of ONE|