Almost every October, my parents travel to Vegas to celebrate their anniversary (31 years!). Since I’ve lived in LA, it’s become a nice interim visit for us between summer and the holidays. In theory.
In reality it’s a weekend where I follow them around as they gamble, I drink too much, eat too much and don’t get enough sleep. It is exhausting, wears me out and I never seem to get quality time with them anyways.
This time my brother and sister both made it in. That helped. We were a four-some and could ban together to do our own thing as my parents were sucked into the blackjack table’s siren song. Let me repeat before the next paragraph: hanging out with my siblings is awesome.
While I do love seeing my family, this is not the trip for me. This year I think I’ve had enough. Our flights were delayed both ways, we were charged a “carry-on baggage fee” (Spirit Airlines sucks) that never popped up during check-in (wtf?!), I lost $60 on roulette, I drank so much I almost threw up, I had terrible heartburn, ate pizza 2x in one day, ate meals in the room (no delish buffet) and we split a bedroom with my siblings (my bro snores). Worst part, there is hardly any “quality time” with ones parents when they’re gambling. They don’t mean to be this way, I understand, but my take as of now is: can we plan a family vacation to another location…?
“If I get to sit by the pool, I’ll do a shot of tequila” I told my sister and H. I hate tequila. It makes me black out. I just said it because I knew lounging by the pool would never happen.
And I could really use that type of vacation right now.
Oh and for each time I was frowning, we’d joke “take a shot” so… go right ahead.