We had a great weekend. Here are some of the highlights. Friday we stated out with a breakfast buffet, followed by a trip to Lake Las Vegas and a trip to Bugsy Seagals house. That was fine until we encountered the squatter that keep trying to get us to go inside with him. Next was a visit to Paris, Bellagio, Ceasars and dinner at the Paris buffet-yummy. We then headed home as we all were dog-tired. Saturday we hung around the house until it was time for Glamour Shots. We all got hair and make-up done and a couple of group shots and several single shots. We had to wait about 15 minutes then we could see our proofs. We liked the photos well enough but then came the price of $2400 and we all silent. We ordered group photos for everyone and I ordered a few copies of photos that I liked of me and that was it. That night we ate Chinese and went to the "Fremont Street Experience". I was driving so I did not drink but everyone else did including my oldest sister who does not drink very often. She ordered some sort of blue kamikaze. They all went with the yard drinks. Little did my sister know that she had chosen the drink with "EverClear" in it. In no time she was feeling no pain and was having a good time. When we headed back to the car to head home mom was feeling free and uninhibited. Her comments almost got us in trouble a couple of times. The drive home was a circus on wheels: one couldn't focus, one was wild and trying to get out of her seat so she was getting atomic wedgies, one was buzzing like a hummingbird, and the last one was giggling and slightly buzzed. David and I was trying to keep everyone in the car and from throwing up. By the time we got to the house my oldest sister was hurting- feeling dizzy, and sick and wanting to die. Mom was running wild and the humming bird was buzzing wildly about. Finally the oldest passed out on the bedroom floor, the humming bird wound down and the slightly buzzed was ready for bed. The only one who was still going was Mom. She would lay down and then run out of the room and hang off the balcony from her waist. A few hours later the house was finally quiet. Sunday morning the oldest was miserable with the first real hangover of her life- she almost made it to forty without that experience. We hung around the house and then off to the airport we went. It was a quiet flight home. Denver was very cold especially compared to what we had been in and we had to scrape the windows. We had a good time overall, and it was definitely not dull.
