Kind of the Opposite

Christmas is almost upon us.  I’m still feeling Scrooge-esque and Grinch-y, but I DID manage to buy a very minute Christmas tree to put on the Chinese table in the foyer.  Since both of my roommates are gone (one went home to Raleigh-Durham, North Carolina to be with his family and the other went to Germany to be with his girlfriend) and since my relatives all live in Hawaii, Tacoma, Vallejo, Stockton or Sacramento, I’ve decided to spend Christmas in that most traditional place of all – Las Vegas!  Ive got myself a suite at The Venetian, plus a lunch reservation at Table 10 (MUST have Emeril’s banana cream pie) and dinner reservations at Canaletto and Mon Ami Gabi (the best filet mignon ever!).  I’m not bothering to see any of the shows.  The ones that I most want to see are not performing on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day; that will have to wait for the next trip.  The Venetian is giving me their Passaporto di Winter, which is basically a coupon book with a fair amount of discounts for shopping, restaurants, bars and activities.  I noticed that several bars have completely complimentary drinks being offered.  Those are the ones that I’ll hit up first, of course!  I just need single dollars for tips.  Once I’ve finished stuffing myself with all of that delicious food and imbibing several Vegas cocktails, I’ll head back to San Francisco and do what I’ve been dreading for some time – return to the gym.  The gym hasn’t seem me since sometime in October.  With the plethora of Christmas goodies in the office, my return to the gym is imminent.  I’m also doing a boudoir shoot in April, so simply MUST give myself plenty of time to lose the porky holiday status!  That brings us to this, which is what I mean by it being the opposite.  I’m GOING to Las Vegas, not leaving there…  just yet.  Give me a few days.

“Leaving Las Vegas” – Sheryl Crowe