Husband and I were recently blessed with a kid-free weekend under the bright lights of Las Vegas, alongside my sisters and their husbands.
None of us gamblers, our wolfpack of six sipped and supped our way through the labrinyth of themed casinos, trudging twenty-two thousand steps a day sightseeing. Husband was our unofficial tour-guide, as he frequents the city often for work– I had only previously visited once briefly, passing through en route to the Grand Canyon as a child.
Our kids had a fun time with their cousins at Grandparent Camp and I like to think they might have actually missed us just the teensiest bit.
Viva Las Vegas!