I have been so bummed out since returning home, which is ridiculous. It is so ridiculous. It’s not like I went to some Native American themed retreat where I found myself in the woods of Virginia or visited Monks who taught me the meaning of life through the art of enlightenment, I went on a 4 day vacation full of cheese ball expensive restaurants, alcohol, neon lights and tits.
But it was a lot of fun, and I couldn’t have picked a better group of people to have invited me on vacation.
My life isn’t the 24/7 Fun Fest that I would like it to be. Instead of being so glad I enjoyed my time in Las Vegas as much as I did, I’m only focusing on how average and boring my life has been, and will continue to be if I don’t change things, in comparison.
Maybe I am so sad about being back home because this was the only time in the history of existence someone told me, “I can’t do ‘sassy’ as good as you,” which is such a great compliment that I could have cried had I been alone.
2011 has been great so far, the best year I’ve had since childhood, but the 103 or so hours I spent in a city that let me bring a 2.5 foot tall glass of alcohol into their CVS overshadowed any amount of fun I had before then.
Before we boarded our flight to our destination, we saw Kevin Bacon. I don’t know how I recognized him, but I never would have given him a second look if he wasn’t in all black and wearing sunglasses indoors, being escorted to the front of the security line.
Kaileen excitedly told the couple in front of us that it was Kevin Bacon. They laughed and looked in the direction of her pointed finger. He was taking off his shoes and putting them into a bin.
I waved a moment later, and he looked at us.
“Kevin Bacon just made eye contact with us,” I said.
“I know!” Kaileen replied. “He didn’t wave back.”
“He was putting on his shoes. I understand. He’s just so human!”
The female half of the couple we told finally spoke up, in a thick French accent, “ehhh, who is this, you say, Captain Bacon?”
4 days later we landed back in Boston. As we were waiting for everyone to take an insane amount of time to get off the plane, I turned to Kaileen, pointed to the bags under my eyes and said, “I can’t believe they let me on the plane with my purse and carry on — I thought only two pieces of baggage were allowed on the plane.”
“I can’t believe you just said that,” she replied, because she just spent four days with me and I can’t imagine how awful that must be for anyone.
