What Happens In Vegas...

My husband and I met in Las Vegas. People either think it's the coolest thing ever, or they get all judgmental on my ass. Its awesome! This is because they ASS-ume that my marriage started with the greatest one night stand in history. Though I personally would take that as a compliment, clearly being the best lay my husband ever had, this is not how it went down.

My friends and I have a nick name that floats around. Party Beast. This is the alter ego that steps in for us when Party Animals are just not pulling their weight. Some animals are to tame and you need the enforcements of a fully fledged BEAST. If you want to learn how to party, just come hang with me and my BFF's up in Canada. We have shooter recipes that can make you loose feeling in your face.

Vegas is one of our favorite places in the world. In my day to day life, I would never call myself vain, but when I am in Vegas, I humble the Kardashians. I spend weeks warming up my feet for the highest of heels, my skirts are more like headbands and the perfect pairing to my morning coffee is fake eyelashes. Wait, that's a lie, thats just my make-up from the night before.

The weekend I met my husband, I had a dance off with a Cirque De Soleil cast member on the roof of Pure Night Club. I was attacked by a group of middle aged, lesbian swingers that gave cookie nipples a whole new meaning. I taught an Asian how to tango in a piano bar, and I have pictures of Elvis Presley doing Shake Face (Shake Face is a whole other blog). It was a wonderful weekend.

On the last night of our annual trip, we end up in our hotel hot tub drinking beer and eating pizza in the pouring rain with a group of guys from El Segundo. This place did not sound interesting to me at all. The last to join our hot tub party... Hot Scot with one "T". My husband was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life, but quite possibly one of the cockiest men I had ever met. I was smitten. Effortlessly good looking, with an ego... I had met my match! You could cut the sexual tension between us with a butcher block and knife. But there was something else there... something much deeper. Once we let our ego's go and dropped the one liners, we realized this was it. This was not some random hook up to be had in the pool at Rehab... this was the person I am supposed to spend the rest of my life with. Crazy?!?!? Right?!?!? "It was the alcohol" I said... "It was just pheromones" I said... but after watching the sun come up together by the pool and laughing about love, life, family and friendship. I realized... my 5 year relationship in Canada was over... and so was his. How do you tell your current partner, you just came face to face with everything you have been missing in your life? We had to, but had no idea where to begin...

A cup of coffee...

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