High Tea, Facials and Phantom

My best friend is sick. She's not supposed to be sick because she's supposed to be in Vegas tomorrow at 12:39 pm. I'll be there, ready to pick her up, with our other best friend in tow. That one arrives at 10:30 am.

I have a theory about parents and sicknesses. Every parent I know that has a younger child is sick quite frequently. We go through elementary, and even into high school, contracting various bugs because let's face it, kids are disgusting and unclean. So we grow up being sick all the time. Then we are okay for a while because either we don't have any children or we have babies and limit their exposure. Then the damn kid starts preschool or elementary, contracts every little virus on the planet, and we are sick again. We actually get to go through the whole damn thing again because the little assholes have mutated just enough that our bodies aren't immune to them anymore. That, AND the fact that we are exhausted from taking care of ourselves and our little munchkins.

I really don't get sick anymore, at least from the *normal* exposure. Hey - there's a positive to having teenagers. (IF only there were more...)

But on to Vegas.

A girl's weekend. No doods. As ungirly as I am, I am still looking forward to the teas and the facials and ridiculous tasting menu at the Eiffel Tower. And Phantom. Girl show. Friggin awesome.

Besides the whole "Vegas" experience, I have the best friends in the world to enjoy it with.

I pray she gets better. Now. She needs this way more than I do. And I need her to be in cahoots with us.

Tomorrow I will be on my way to Vegas, via car, pick up my girls at the airport and head to The HOTEL at Mandalay Bay. Life is sooo good.

On an ending note, I got a great workout in today and I am not too sore to move.