This last Monday we celebrated our 13th wedding
anniversary. I’ve been so stressed
out about all of the stuff going on around us for the past several months that
my sweet husband said, “Let’s go to Vegas!” And so, off we went!
My few trips to Sin City in the past have left me with this
one piece of wisdom: When sitting
at a blackjack table it is DEFINITELY best to have all of your belongings in a
clutch as opposed to an over the shoulder purse (my usual). It’s smaller and easier to maneuver,
not to mention you look SO much more “lady-like” when you’re placing a bet or
motioning to the dealer to “hit me” with a small pretty purse pressed between
your arm and the table and not some gigantic (albeit gorgeous I’m sure)
designer bag pressed into your armpit with its straps falling down your arm.
With this in mind I knew that I needed to find something
pretty and small to hold my necessities.
However, I didn’t remember my little tidbit of wisdom until just before
we left and I had to go with the best thing I could find with the lowest
price. I wanted to look cute for my
mini-vacay but I know that once I’ve returned from my getaway I probably won’t
use it again for a very long time. Sad, but true statement. Mommies in my position don’t get to run
off to have grown-up time in places that don’t require me taking 43 different
things for my 5 little people very often.
Hardly. Well, ever
really.
With a low budget set in my mind and very limited time to
grab something I came up with this one.
It was the right size, mostly black, and most importantly it was the
right price. $15. But the down side?
It had “Most Popular” printed on it in shiny gold font. How much more juvenile could I
get? It might as well say “Juicy”
on it. Ugh. Whatever. I can make due. We’re going to Vegas baby!
The whole time I was there I carried my little black clutch
with the words consciously turned inward, so as to make it appear plain of
course, with confidence and style!
But whenever I looked down and saw the gilded letters a tiny serge of
panic would come over me and I’d quickly flip it around.
Somewhere along the way I told my husband about my shame in
the self-proclaimed title of “Most Popular” on my purse and we laughed about
it. He didn’t see the big deal
with it but he thought it was funny that I was so self-conscious about it. “Hello?! I’m a grown woman!
Grown women do not have purses with silly titles printed on them!”
It was the first time in our entire marriage that we had
ever gone away somewhere without ANY CHILDREN in tow. Ever.
We stayed at the Venetian and didn’t go to sleep until 6am
the next morning. We had so much
fun! We saw a show, played at a
few casinos, and ate some great food!
But by the time we were ready to leave my poor husband was running on
fumes. He’d lost our valet ticket
and the very thorough and very cautious valet booth would not release our car
to us until we proved it was ours.
My hubby was just too out of it to deal with any of this so it all fell
to me.
Security, “Is there anything in the car that could identify
you as the owners?”
Me, “Uh, let me see… we have 5 kids so its messy and has
tons of kids stuff in the back.
Just look at it. Why would
anyone want to ‘pretend’ it was theirs?”
He smiled and said, “No, I meant the insurance card or
something like that. We checked the glove compartment and there’s nothing in
there.”
I turn to RD, “Honey, where’s the insurance card?” RD’s eyes are squinting, he looks up,
and his eyeballs are darting right to left. Bloody hell.
This guy is half asleep!
He’s taking deep breaths and trying to recall where he put the
cards.
RD, “I think I put them in the sunglass holder…?”
Security calls it in on his radio and they find it. Yay! They’re bringing up our car!!! I give my sober but intoxicated-looking husband a quick “Get
your crap together” talk and we jump into our car and pull off! I got so wound up at the car situation,
but I don’t want our trip to take a down turn so I desperately try to get back
into the “honeymoon” frame of mind that we had had all weekend. And then I reach for my clutch…
“OMG! Where’s
my clutch?! It’s not here!!! I think I left it at the valet!!!!”
Quickly, I call the Venetian back on RD’s phone and put it
on speaker. They transfer me outside.
Male voice, “Venetian Valet how may I help you?”
“Hello! I’m
panicking right now! I was just
there 2 minutes ago and I left my little black purse there!”
“Does it have anything valuable in it?”
“Yes!!! It has
my license, my cards, cash, and my phone in it!” My heart is racing!
Pause and then a calm male voice, “Does it say ‘Most
Popular’?”
%@$#&!!!!!
“Yes, it does.”
“We have it at the podium, ma’am.” Click.
RD and I look at eachother and DIE!!!! And all I can think of was, “Screw you
Venetian Valet.” LOL!!!!!