On the reservation

What day is it anyway? JEEZ. I’m such a ditz.

I guess I got all discombobulated by my killa give away ;)

I love that word. Discombobulated. Dis. Disco. ComBob. Mbob. Bob. BobUlated…so many fun things to make my brain stray. What am I talking about here?

Oh. Right. My weekend away! Well, it was just a night away. And it was fabulous.

On Saturday morning we headed south to a resort casino. Decided to share some of our money with the Indians (Feather, not Dot). We arrived around lunch time and shopped for a little bit. I bought myself two bead things for my Pandora bracelet. If you’re in the know on this little bracelet situation – I actually just got spacers. But they’re sparkly and supah pretty. Finished shopping and then we quick-like changed so that we could work out before our spa treatments.

Yes. While ‘away’ from reality, we chose to work out. I ran myself a lil 5k on the treadmill.

Took a ‘rainforest shower’ and it was massaaaaaaahhhhhge time. We did one of those couples massage rooms – which honestly wasn’t a big whoop. We’re not really the schmoopy, lovey, this is so romantical type. Meh – the couples room -it was nice.

The massage itself? HEAVEN. My therapist was approximately 8 feet tall and had hands that could (and probably have) crush things. He crushed a few of my things. Because I told him to. I have bruises on my ass to prove it. I was a limp noodle walking out of there. Didn’t have to walk far, though. I had a facial planned too. Which was glorious as well…because who doesn’t love hearing about her ‘aging skin’ and how much caffeine and alcohol dehydrate you? ThE HoRRor! I tried to ignore her and came out with a clean, glowy, dewy face. I felt amazing.

After a much needed nap we got ready for dinner. I scooted Mr. Kiss out of the room so I could get ready in peace. (Really, I didn’t want him to see me doing the Spanx Dance). And that was sort of cool to look all pretty and meet him in the bar ala Pretty Woman.

Dinner was delish, but we totally scrammed so that I could get my hands on some chips. I’m a sucker for roulette. We watched at a $25 dollar table for a little bit. One guy was winning, which apparently started when I sat down to watch. When I got up, he asked me to stay until the end of the next roll. So I did. And he won again. And went nuts and gave me one of his chips. It was only $25 – but dayum, it made me feel HOT! Like Demi Moore in Indecent Proposal. (shut up – could be considered similar)

I ended up playing at a $10 table for over 2 hours. So much fun. And I definitely came out ahead of the game that night. I can see how people become addicted. Basically they paid me to gamble and drink. I shoulda just put it to the spa bill. We went to a club and drank some more.

We were up WAY Too late for old fogies and paid for it on Sunday. The minute we walked in the door the boys went apeshit and asked how our “private time” was. Um. Wha? Gram & Gramps, what are you telling them?

Moral of the story: I'd do it again in a heart beat! Leaving your kids to act like kids once in a while is SO needed. But if memory serves - I'll space it out just a wee bit. My bruised buttocks, aging skin and aching liver need the rest.


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