I realize this is a bit dramatic, but I just feel dirty being there. All the hotels are smokey and I feel grungy just walking through, much less actually touching a slot machine.
In preparation, I've been stocking up on sleeveless shirts, books and magazines to help endure this desert oasis. I plan on spending most of my free time by the pool (even if it's in my maternity bathing suit) instead of some smoke-filled casino or bar. At least I won't care who sees me in my swimsuit, since they will all be strangers (and most likely drunk strangers at that).
I'm already counting the days until my homecoming (even though I haven't left yet) because there are some exciting updates in the works. Our pool is scheduled to be opened, two new living room chairs are set to be delivered (3 weeks early) and Mike has promised to make serious progress on the half-bath remodel while I'm not around to smell the fumes.
I'll try to post again from the road. I should have plenty of time to myself while my co-workers are living it up in the evenings.
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