Tuesday, December 7, 2010

It Was Like Freaky Friday. But Not.

Most of you know (because I whined and cried about it) that I had to go to Las Vegas last week for corporate Deans' training. 

Most of you also know that my parents went to Las Vegas last week for the opening week of the Wrangler National Finals Rodeo (because I whined and cried about it).

I flew into Vegas on Thursday afternoon, called Mom hoping we could meet up before I had to go to my mandatory dinner.  I was, let's just say, a little cranky when I found out we wouldn't be able to meet up.  Call it a low blood sugar moment.  When GunDiva's hungry, ain't nobody safe.  I went to Margaritaville, stuffed myself with Volcano Nachos and a coupla drinks.  Yes, I drank before my meeting.  Normally, I wouldn't do anything that wild and crazy, but I knew that the wine and beer would be flowing at the meeting, so what if I got a head start?

Anyboozingituponcompanytime, I felt much better after my very late lunch and took a nap before my meeting.  I went to my meeting, had a glass of wine (just one - still working off the booze from M-ville) and went to bed after the meeting was over.  So I'm a light-weight.

I was cuddled up with Eloise, reading Tom Clancy's TEETH OF THE TIGER (which, if you haven't read and you're a Jack Ryan fan you'd better go get it) through my closed eyes.  What?  The eye lids were heavy and needed to rest a bit.

Come 11:00 pm my phone rings.

It's my mother.

Who wants me to get up and go out with them.

It's eleven o'freaking clock!  I'd been reading with my eyes closed for a couple of hours already.  I was tucked in.  I was not going to get up, get dressed, put my contacts in and go out.

My mother,  my mother, the most responsible mother on the planet, tells me to get my ass out of bed and go out with them.

I shit you not.  That's what she said.  Along with some other stuff about being young and in Vegas. 

I told her that 7:00 am was awfully early and I wasn't going to join her.

She told me to get up and get dressed.

And for the first time in my life - I won that argument.  I stayed in bed.  Until six o'clock the next morning when I had to go to work.

It was a total Freaky Friday moment.  I guess Mom wholeheartedly subscribes to the "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" thing, 'cause I don't know what happened to my mother, but that crazy woman calling me at 11:00 was not the same mother I grew up with.


Rachel said...


Oh girlie - I have to agree with your mother on this one. You can sleep when you're dead...

(Can I say I've had a ton of those Freaky Friday moments lately when I text my Mom and ask her for dinner and she says, "sorry hon, I have too much homework)?

Hope you had some fun!

Mama Gayle said...
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Mama Gayle said...

Oops, my last comment had a typo (imagine that, ha!)

LOL, I would think it was a Freaky Friday moment too, if my Mom were to call me at 11:00 at night and want me to go out with her:)

I am the same way when I am hungry!

P.S. I may be having the crock pot recipe (from the other post) for Wednesday dinner:) It sounds yummy, I have made something similar, but I forget about the crockpot (Crockpot=lifesaver).

Mrs Mom said...

WHOOOHOOO!! GO MOMMA! (Dude... poor POOR Bill!!!)

We're getting old Diva, and it sucks moose. Think we will be wild again when we reach your Mom's age? (Wait. IF we reach your Moms age. IF.)

K. Erickson said...

GunDiva?...what happened to our GunDiva? You went to bed early in the people watching capital of the world? Didn't anyone tell you that these corporate retreats to vacation getaway destinations are an excuse to party. Business is secondary at these functions. Get with the program.

Allenspark Lodge said...

OK, for the TRUE story here. It was 10:00 at night, right after the rodeo (bet someone didn't change her watch - or will blame it on lack of contacs). I told her I thought 3 hours of sleep in the afternoon was enough; she could get more later when we got home and to get her butt out of bed. I was in shock she could be such a poop in Vegas! We got in at 1:00; see, she would have had another 5 hours sleep. 5+3=8. What could she complain about?

GunDiva said...

K - I love people watching. I love sleep more.

Mom - Eloise said it was 11 and who was I to argue? She'd already read me to sleep. And my eight hours don't work that way.