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.
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.
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!