and bust it was.
after 3 brief hours on wednesday that were spent wandering the strip, playing the slots and some poker in the aria's gorgeous casino, and making plans for which buffets we wanted to try over the course of our highly anticipated midweek getaway, weston and i ended up back in our hotel.
i was feeling some of the most incredible pain i've felt since last month's big hospital fiasco and thought that after a few hours of laying down and some medicine i'd feel a bit better before we got dressed up and headed out for the night, but to no avail. and around 4 am, with no sleep to speak of, i whispered to weston through frustrated tears, "i need to go home."
and with that, he sat up, kissed me on the cheek, and checked us out of the hotel.
we were home by 8.
and in spite of that kindness, it's still so easy in times like this to be negative and frustrated.
and i certainly was. and i'll admit that i still am. just a little bit.
but luckily, weston is one of the most positive people i know.
and he turned our weak attempt at a vacation into one hell of a staycation.
teaching me to play blackjack on my couch, bringing me food from all my favorite local places (a "makeshift buffet"), and using this opportunity to finally talk me into watching the first season of lost. (which i will admit, is pretty darn good.)
so while i still have yet to experience vegas,
i think for now i'm pretty happy where i am.
and vegas isn't going anywhere. i'll catch it some other time.
i didn't take any pictures during our short adventure in and out of nevada, but here is a little clip from my favorite moment of our time at home.
determined to find positivity in all situations this week.