I'm back home from four long and lit-up (mostly from casino lights, I swear) days in Las Vegas. It was my first time there and not at all what I expected. It was all expensive waffle-house food and bad cocktail uniforms. And what did I expect? Expensive waffle-house food and bad cocktail uniforms with more feathers and Dean Martin playing in the background. Delusional but true. Apparently, I am not alone in my yearnings for times of yore, my friends. Here are a few bits of nostalgia that may just have you hunting for your sparkle suit and Vegas ashtray, too:
Liz at Mom-101 misses being pregnant, not for the warm, fuzzy baby stuff. More for the getting-people-to-do-shit-for-you stuff (is there a better reason really?)
Yvonne at Joy Unexpected is looking back free years since her daughter's birf (and longing for all those lipsticks that have lost their lives along the way).
Our own lovely Karen's longing for leftovers. Either that or some sucka to clean out her fridge. It's hard to tell.
Fame Crawlin' Whit's kid is yearning for snow and hot chocolate. Oh, and maybe a sibling.
...and finally, speaking of much swankier cocktail uniforms, thank you, thank you, small children.
[photo credit: earlyvegas.com]
