Back To Reality

Kat’s back from Vegas, Baby. I would recommend a Las Vegas trip to anybody for…the weather, the hotels, the golf, the restaurants, the shows, the lights, the casinos. It has everything. Where else can you ride in a gondola on a Venetian canal, climb the Eiffel Tower, view the Statue of Liberty, witness a volcano erupting, and lose your family’s nest egg, all in one trip?

I had this brilliant idea of renewing our wedding vows…and what better place than in Vegas? So I checked out the wedding chapel at the Bellagio. Once I saw it, I knew it just wasn’t the right place for us ....not the right place for PaulA and Kat to profess undying love… it just wasn’t tacky enough. It was a pretty chapel decorated in Italian opulence over looking the Bellagio gardens. Who wants a pretty little chapel…I can get that home. I was looking for neon lights, tacky décor and a priestly Elvis.

So it is…Back to Life…Back to Reality. (Remember that song?) Back to rise and shine, feed the dog, make the school lunch, do the laundry…blah, blah, blah. Don’t get me wrong…I love being home, but there is a re-entry period when you first get back. I’m sure Cinderella had a little re-entry period. With the strike of the clock…it is Monday morning and the room service breakfast is now a breakfast bar to go…fresh towels and linens are now today’s dirty laundry, and the gourmet dinner over looking the city lights is hot dogs and beans with the distant flickering glow from the TV. So I need to slap myself in the face a couple of times. It will take a day to get over the “Can I get you something” pampering I have had for the past week. I must say, however, the best-est thing ever about getting home is seeing our Sweet Wishy’s happy face. And one thing is for sure…PaulA is still my prince.

When I think about it…Back to Reality isn’t so bad…I could have Eliot Spitzer’s reality.

Elvis has left the building.