There Are No Books in Las Vegas.

Hola! I am suffering greatly from jet-lag and neon light withdrawal.

We got back from a Vegas wedding weekend at midnight on Tuesday and I am still seeing stars....

I broke my iPhone while we we there (of course I did?!) so I can't get at most of the pics I took (which is just as well since I was naked in most of them.....kidding!!). These are a few snaps Jamie grabbed on his phone.

It was a hot, jam-packed weekend: old friends, a sweet wedding, lots of beer and fries and pool time. All in all, it was heaven.

But my favorite part?
Okay, maybe not my favorite because that would be too sad but ONE OF my favorite parts was the travel.

Stick with me.
This was the first time in 4 1/2 years that I flew without children. It was over 14 hours, each way, of silence and reading and tea drinking and very occasional chatting. It was always my favorite part of flying and something I have missed so so much since having kids.

I read Come Thou, Tortoise on the way there. Loved this book. Funny, quirky, unique and heart melting.

But then I was sans book. I was going to grab an extra in the Chicago airport but I wasn't done Tortoise yet and thought I could just wait until we reached our destination.

But There Are No Books in Las Vegas.
I'm serious.

Jamie and I spent three hours walking from shopping area to shopping area, following vague (super cute) Southern directions like "thair maght be books ay-t the Wahl-greens? Ay don't know-uh fur sure though......".
It was amazing. Literally amazing.

I did finally manage to find a meager selection at the airport and I picked up The Paris Wife.
Also, SO good. I basically sucked it up. Almost gone by the time we touched down.

It was heaven.

How was your week?