Also in March, the kids and I took a drive south to visit relatives.  Then, I left the kids with my family for the weekend so that I could fly to Vegas to meet one of my best friends from childhood.  We had not spent time together in 10 years, so we had a girl’s weekend to re-connect.  It was a blast, but I was definitely out of my element.

My view from the 25th floor of the fanciest hotel I've ever stayed in

For starters we hit up a nightclub.  I’ve never been to one before.  I don’t think we even have those here.  So, in a borrowed dress, borrowed undergarments, borrowed jewelry, and the first pair of glittery shoes I’ve ever owned, I braved the club.  I’ve never felt more out of place in my life, but once I loosened up I realized that everybody else were vacationers also and nobody knows that I don’t dress in sequins and glitter all the time.  I realized that it was impossible to feel out of place because everyone is out of place!  It was a long night in platform heels and boy was I paying for it.  I’ve always said that I’m a boots or bare feet kinda girl.  I was right.  I don’t get enough chances to dress up and practice the whole high heels thing.  So, I came home from Vegas with my 2 big toes bandaged only to keep the nails from falling off in public.  I’m still nursing them back to health.

Glitter and sequins- a big change from denim and flannel

After the exhausting Vegas weekend and a couple more days with my family we made the long trip back home to Wisconsin.  We pulled a 17 hour day, anxious to get home to our cozy home, and my husband.  I was so relieved to finally exit off of the interstate only to have to travel through 4 more little towns before I could reach my town.  Finally, just before midnight as I entered my territory I was greeted by the smell of fresh manure on the fields.  Wisconsin sweet Wisconsin!