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.