Vegas, Baby

Hoby and I were lucky enough to escape to Vegas at the beginning of this week to celebrate our anniversary sans baby. It was the first time we left Rory alone for more than a night and it was both scary and exhilarating. I had been looking foward to this little vacation away from parenthood for weeks - and I have to admit that I was actually far more excited about getting two full nights of sleep than I was about hitting the Strip.

We stayed at the Stratosphere and although it wasn't as luxorious as some of the other hotels, the room was clean and the price was right. On our first night there, we played the nickel slots, tried our hand at Blackjack and drank a bunch of 75 cent beer. But as much as I was loving the "free" life without Rory, I definitely wasn't a party girl anymore. I was done by about 9:30pm and ready to hit the sack. We headed up to the room and I gleefully got ready for my first night of quiet, uninterrupted sleep.

Fast forward to 3am. Suddenly, loud sirens were blaring, and Hoby and I were jolted awake. It was the fire alarm and we could hear people running down the halls. All I could think was, you have GOT to be kidding me! We quickly threw on some clothes over our pajamas and ran to the stairs. It hit me then that we were on the 21st floor and it was a long way down. By the time we got to the ground floor and found out it was a false alarm, I was boiling with rage. How DARE they wake me up! This was MY NIGHT! My long awaited night of UNINTERRUPTED SLEEP! But instead I was standing in the middle of a cheesy casino in my nightgown. And to top it all off, the elevator wasn't working because of the fire alarm, and I sure as hell wasn't going to walk up 21 flights of stairs after breathing in all this second hand smoke. Man, was I pissed. By the time we got back to our room, I was so worked up that it took me at least an hour to calm down and get back to my precious night of sleep.

Sighhhhh.

If this isn't irony, I don't what is.