Lost Weekend: Las VegasLife
Of my six siblings, I am by far the closest to my sister Jenny. She is just under two years younger than me, so naturally we were thick as thieves as children and fought like roosters through high school. We drifted in and out of contact after we’d both moved out and had children, and on a whim one year we decided to have a “sister’s weekend” in Las Vegas to catch up and get a break from our kids. It turned out to be one of the best decisions of my life.
Having not seen each other in a long time, the first few hours were a bit awkward. Still, I never laugh harder with anyone than I do with her. She makes me ugly-laugh, where my face is disfigured and I’m making no noise and my kidneys hurt from lack of oxygen. You know what I mean. On the second day we got to talking…really talking…about our lives. I confessed to her how much I was struggling as a single mom of three, and she shared with me how she was struggling in her marriage. Neither of us had shared these hardships with anyone else, and it was like a weight was lifted to know that the other person was having a hard time too.
Since that day we have remained closer than ever and we committed to having a “Lost Weekend” every year without fail. I’ll eventually share a post from each year to catch up to the present date, but this post is dedicated to that all-important first trip. I can’t even count the number of inside jokes that were born in those three days, and I’m not even ashamed of how drunk we were in the wax museum because we had the time of our lives.
Words can’t describe how grateful I am for the bond I have with Jenny, and I know for a fact it would not be as deep and important without that trip to Vegas. I cherish the traditions we’ve created since, and can promise that the first year I miss it will be the year I’m 6-ft under.
Cheers til next year!