Vegas Creed: What Happens Here Stays Here . . .
. . .unless dad calls mom Sunday morning and mom forgot to read and sign the Las Vegas creed and spills the beans! Let me start at the beginning. If any of you know us “Butler girls” (our maiden names), we can be efficiently annoying. The plan was for Traci to pick up Tammy at 6:30 a.m., swing over to pick up mom @ 6:40 a.m., and finally, pick up Sher @ 6.45--this was implemented without a flaw! We hit the freeway at 10600 south at 6:50 a.m., veered into the HOV lane and were off to the airport, with Hugh, Traci’s husband driving. There was an excitement in the truck as this was our first official girl’s and mom outing. Some may remember that this trip was a birthday gift to mom for her 70th birthday—my mom was born in 1938—you do the math, it was really her 69th. She did forgive us, realizing our pathetic math skills. We arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare (which in the scheme of things would help). As we each handed the skycap guy our tickets and identification he subtly mentioned that Traci’s driver’s license had expired. We all stayed calm except Traci, who promptly said, “I just won’t go”! Well, we wouldn’t hear of it. We called Hugh who came back to pick up Sherry and Traci, they headed to the Vital Statistic place in North Salt Lake (I am sure each person has their own personal horror story of these types of government agencies—I do). Mom and I took their luggage, checked in and began the 45-minute security wait. We received a call from Sher saying that they were able to get Traci’s license and were headed back. Long story short, Traci and Sherry met us at the front of the security line, jumped in and we were off!!! Yes, all the stars aligned and it was a miracle, we even flew first class (thanks Sher).
We arrived in Vegas at 9:00 a.m. picked up our SUV and headed to the Blue Berry Pancake House for breakfast. Tracy will remember a very funny incident that occurred here and if she would like to embellish, you will have to ask her! This occurrence was something we laughed about the entire trip. (What happens here!) We picked Sue up, who flew in from Portland, checked into our hotel, unpacked and then headed for the J.W. Marriott’s spa, I become gitty just thinking about this. We walked through the beautiful grounds (looked like July) and waterfalls and then checked in. We were issued white robes and slippers. The spa is total eclectic with music and aroma. We exercised and then went for messages. Sher was the message Nazi, making sure each person knew the proper protocol (you have to know Sher to appreciate this)! When we all regrouped after this wonderful experience, we all had glazed eyes! Afterwards, we relaxed in the sauna, stream room and lounge, drinking herbal tea-stuff and munching on granola. One note, the myth is that a person traveling to Vegas will see a lot of “skin” on the Strip, well this would change if those saying this visited the spa, we saw more than necessary from our European friends; miss Germany and her escort and ninety year old grandma! Overall, this was a magical moment in time!
On Saturday morning, we were awakened by Dad/Grandpa calling (checking up on us, he also called Sunday morning!) We spent a wonderful morning at the Las Vegas Temple. Again, this was such a special time to be together with our mom. We ran back to our hotel, changed, grabbed a bite, and headed for the outlets. We made some purchases (CSI t-shirts) and then headed back to change into our “Phantom” clothes. We ate dinner at the Venetian near the indoor river and gondolas. The Phantom was amazing! The stage and theatre was created just for this production, the time flew. Afterwards, we purchased French pastries (don’t tell my trainer) went back to the hotel, ate, tucked mom in bed with strict instructions not to answer the door unless she used the peephole. At that point the four of us girls (changed into tennis shoes etc) left the hotel to head back to the Strip. We walked and walked seeing the water shows and observing CRAZY people, who the next morning we would also see at the airport with dark glasses on and looking a pale shade of green. We got back to the hotel at 2:30, slept for a few hours, got up, and drove Sue to the airport (early flight). The airport was a mad house so we decided to get there earlier, besides Denver last year during the snowstorm, I don’t think I have seen a busier airport.
We all arrived home safely. Sadie picked us up from the airport and had a surprise with her—Anabelle. TC was up for the weekend. The aunts got to see her.
We had a great time. It was so fun to spend time with wonderful sisters and a wonderful mom. We truly did morph back into our teenage years! Thanks to husbands, kids, and especially to dad/grandpa for letting us take your wife, our mom on such a fun trip.
. . .unless dad calls mom Sunday morning and mom forgot to read and sign the Las Vegas creed and spills the beans! Let me start at the beginning. If any of you know us “Butler girls” (our maiden names), we can be efficiently annoying. The plan was for Traci to pick up Tammy at 6:30 a.m., swing over to pick up mom @ 6:40 a.m., and finally, pick up Sher @ 6.45--this was implemented without a flaw! We hit the freeway at 10600 south at 6:50 a.m., veered into the HOV lane and were off to the airport, with Hugh, Traci’s husband driving. There was an excitement in the truck as this was our first official girl’s and mom outing. Some may remember that this trip was a birthday gift to mom for her 70th birthday—my mom was born in 1938—you do the math, it was really her 69th. She did forgive us, realizing our pathetic math skills. We arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare (which in the scheme of things would help). As we each handed the skycap guy our tickets and identification he subtly mentioned that Traci’s driver’s license had expired. We all stayed calm except Traci, who promptly said, “I just won’t go”! Well, we wouldn’t hear of it. We called Hugh who came back to pick up Sherry and Traci, they headed to the Vital Statistic place in North Salt Lake (I am sure each person has their own personal horror story of these types of government agencies—I do). Mom and I took their luggage, checked in and began the 45-minute security wait. We received a call from Sher saying that they were able to get Traci’s license and were headed back. Long story short, Traci and Sherry met us at the front of the security line, jumped in and we were off!!! Yes, all the stars aligned and it was a miracle, we even flew first class (thanks Sher).
We arrived in Vegas at 9:00 a.m. picked up our SUV and headed to the Blue Berry Pancake House for breakfast. Tracy will remember a very funny incident that occurred here and if she would like to embellish, you will have to ask her! This occurrence was something we laughed about the entire trip. (What happens here!) We picked Sue up, who flew in from Portland, checked into our hotel, unpacked and then headed for the J.W. Marriott’s spa, I become gitty just thinking about this. We walked through the beautiful grounds (looked like July) and waterfalls and then checked in. We were issued white robes and slippers. The spa is total eclectic with music and aroma. We exercised and then went for messages. Sher was the message Nazi, making sure each person knew the proper protocol (you have to know Sher to appreciate this)! When we all regrouped after this wonderful experience, we all had glazed eyes! Afterwards, we relaxed in the sauna, stream room and lounge, drinking herbal tea-stuff and munching on granola. One note, the myth is that a person traveling to Vegas will see a lot of “skin” on the Strip, well this would change if those saying this visited the spa, we saw more than necessary from our European friends; miss Germany and her escort and ninety year old grandma! Overall, this was a magical moment in time!
On Saturday morning, we were awakened by Dad/Grandpa calling (checking up on us, he also called Sunday morning!) We spent a wonderful morning at the Las Vegas Temple. Again, this was such a special time to be together with our mom. We ran back to our hotel, changed, grabbed a bite, and headed for the outlets. We made some purchases (CSI t-shirts) and then headed back to change into our “Phantom” clothes. We ate dinner at the Venetian near the indoor river and gondolas. The Phantom was amazing! The stage and theatre was created just for this production, the time flew. Afterwards, we purchased French pastries (don’t tell my trainer) went back to the hotel, ate, tucked mom in bed with strict instructions not to answer the door unless she used the peephole. At that point the four of us girls (changed into tennis shoes etc) left the hotel to head back to the Strip. We walked and walked seeing the water shows and observing CRAZY people, who the next morning we would also see at the airport with dark glasses on and looking a pale shade of green. We got back to the hotel at 2:30, slept for a few hours, got up, and drove Sue to the airport (early flight). The airport was a mad house so we decided to get there earlier, besides Denver last year during the snowstorm, I don’t think I have seen a busier airport.
We all arrived home safely. Sadie picked us up from the airport and had a surprise with her—Anabelle. TC was up for the weekend. The aunts got to see her.
We had a great time. It was so fun to spend time with wonderful sisters and a wonderful mom. We truly did morph back into our teenage years! Thanks to husbands, kids, and especially to dad/grandpa for letting us take your wife, our mom on such a fun trip.
2 comments:
Tammy it sound s so good and fun just to be together can't wait to hear about the Thanksgiving trip love you suzanne
Mom, all your trips look wonderful. I am going to admit that I do envy your life a little bit. I bet the Butler sisters were just crazy in Vegas, especially Sherry, she probably came home with a lot of beads. (if you don't get that one I will explain later. Miss ya!
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