If having a TV screen built into the mirror of your bathroom isn’t the definition of “excess”, then I don’t know what is.
Because god knows you wouldn’t want to miss SpongeBob reruns in the 90 seconds it takes you to brush your teeth.
MysteryMan and I stayed at Ricky’s condo in Trump Tower in Vegas, which is about three or four levels closer to snooty than our regular comfort zone, but we had fun playing it up for a weekend.
Some things I learned about excessivly weathy people? They eat things like yogurt and green onion flavored potato chips at $8 per serving. Which really makes my gag reflex kick in on a couple of different levels, the first of which is yogurt flavored potato chips? And the second of which is $8 for 17 chips and some air? Seriously.
The country boy demonstrates what us regular folk eat…
…Ass Kickin’ Corn Chips, of course.
The thing about the time change and MysteryMan & I both being on an early to bed early to rise sleep schedule is that we were in bed every night by 10:30 PM. In Vegas. I’m sure that’s unheard of, but hey… that’s how we roll.
My new favorite Vegas restaurant is Maggiano’s. Totally little Italy. Totally kick-ass pasta. That’s all you need to know.
My favorite couple in Vegas are seated right behind us in this picture… a crotchety old Italian couple who complained their way through the entire meal. Still, I totally loved observing them covertly.
The man insisted they make his pasta special with noodles, olive oil, parsley, and pine nuts. Kind of like a parsley pesto, which I might be tempted to try out myself (being a pesto connoisseur) if I liked parsely at all… which I don’t. (See that dissatisfied look on his face, classic!)
Of course, the best part about our trip (other than the pool, and I have a great design for some wooden lounge chairs to build now) was the wedding. This is MysteryMan during the ceremony. You can almost see him praying… “Dear God, please don’t make me go through this any time in the forseeable future… I promise not to flip off any more old ladies while driving… Amen.”
Kidding, MysteryMan.
Although you do see how he strategically places a six-year-old between himself and the garter.
Ha. Ha.
But overall (and excepting the 115 degree weather) it was a nice relaxing long weekend, which is about the perfect amount of time for that kind of thing, if you ask me. After all, I have projects to get back to you, and whoa boy, do we have a big one coming up that I’ll let you in on later this week. Let’s just say that there are going to be much more exciting things going on around here than anything that happened in Vegas… after all, we’ll be using power tools!
Recycling Cabinet
DIY Wine Rack
OMG those chips sound disgusting! It looks like you had a fun trip. I love your quirky take on it. Most people would be describing the wedding but you’re describing the old arguing Italian couple!
Ewwww, those chips sound nasty. And you guys make a great looking couple!
I think I’ve got the same visceral reaction to $8 chips that you do. That’s one of the reasons I hate business travel. In big cities, you inevitably end up trapped in some joint with outlandishly priced food and drink.
But, every once in a while you just gotta go with it and relax, I suppose. Nice to see how well you dress up!
Looking forward to your next project.
I love Kettle Chips… they are about $1.25 for a big bag here in Colorado, though! (WHen on sale). I’ve never had or seen the yogurt ones before.
I couldn’t handle a tv in the mirror…I’m distracted by moving objects, and I would so try to brush my eyelashes or comb my teeth.
Kettle Chips are the best chips ever!
And they’re totally $2 a bag at the grocery store here (in BC, Canada), so someone’s making a killing on mark-up…
They’re $8 a bag because some sucker pays it!