did you mean it?

continued from Miss Understood... Part 3

Sunday we read reports of horrendous weather back in Boston. The marathon was in danger of cancellation, and the Sox game would be cancelled too.

I was nervous about flying in this weather. I cared about my safety. Turbulence on an airplane is unacceptable. I am not interested in landing during 40+ mph winds. Lucky for me, RedSox is just as afraid of flying as I am. He called up the front desk and booked our room for another night while I called up the airline to reschedule our flight for Monday evening.

Monday morning, we awoke to the first runner crossing the finish line and the sox ahead 7 to 1. Oops... guess we coulda gone home after all.

What's worse is that I woke up after having a nightmare about failing the boards. I jumped outta bed and hopped in the shower to cry. Then I quickly got dressed and headed to Starbucks to study. An hour later, I went back up to the room to start the day with RedSox.

He knew I was upset when I went down to Starbucks. He hated that he couldn't do anything about it. I told him I needed to get some air, and warm weather. I'd perk up sooner or later.

Off we went to Aladdin to buy some art. On the walk there, I decided to open up a bit. I told him my biggest fear about failing the boards was that my parents wouldn't love me anymore. Ridiculous, I know...

He told me that if they stopped loving me, he still would.

I kept walking without responding. Did he just say "I love you" without actually saying it?

We get to Aladdin, and I help him pick out some pieces for his apartment. We're chatting about a couple of paintings, and the dealer comes over to ask us if we might be having an argument because most couples who spend a lot of time in front of a painting are fighting. We tell him we both agree on the art we love. The problem is not buying too many pieces.

The dealer was shocked. Apparently he spends a lot of his time breaking up fights between husbands and wives. uh... we're not married. RedSox just happens to love me. I think...

After RedSox drops $1500 on art, I make the decision to head to the Palms. We may have missed out on PlayBoy, but I know what really makes me happy is watching my man play poker or blackjack.

The Palms just wasn't our casino. RedSox lost $200 at Blackjack... and another $300 at Poker. We shoulda known Poker was gonna be a loss when the dealer knew all the other players by their first name.

We decide to head back to the strip to play poker at MGM. Another few hours later RedSox lost $250. Now it was his turn to be bummed. We headed to CraftSteak to have dinner.

There sat RedSox in a vulnerable position. There I was knowing what I had to do.

Me: So I have a question

RedSox: I think I know what you're gonna ask me

Me: What am I gonna ask you?

RedSox: I think you're gonna ask me about what I said earlier.

Me: Why yes I am... did you mean it?

RedSox: What if I said yes?

Me: Then I'd say me too

RedSox: REALLY???? Well then... yes I meant it.

Me: Me Too

RedSox: wow I suddenly don't feel bad about losing $750

The End

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Miss Understood

Continued from Viva Las Roxy... Part 2

I guess I got the business aspect of Vegas all set in my last email, now it's on to the real juice. Particular things that happened, and my feelings regarding the events.

Friday was essentially a wash. I chose not to be mad at RedSox for all the flight issues, and I agreed with him when he took the blame. Done and Done.

Saturday I was a little upset that the brunch wasn't just the girlz, because I was excited to finally catch up and have one last singlefest without the male folk. As with any vacation or wedding, nothing is going to go according to plan. Brunch was still fantastic because I chose to be thankful I could come to Vegas and spend time with everyone and anyone. I felt really bad that RedSox missed out on brunch, but everything was so last minute it really couldn't be helped.

Going shopping for RedSox's cufflinks had pros and cons. Pros, I could avoid the sun and go shopping. Con, I missed girl time and RedSox didn't need the cufflinks afterall.

Girlz went to the chapel separately, and when I got there RedSox pulled me aside to talk. While discussing potential plans for Saturday evening with the guys, RedSox informed them that he got all the guys on the VIP list for the Playboy Club and I got all the girls on the list in case people wanted to go there. There was a brief moment of silence and finally one of the guys spoke up. Apparently the option of going to the Playboy Club Saturday night was a source of "contention" amongst the group, and people felt I was being too pushy.

This news shocked the hell out of me. I don't recall being pushy. I only sent 3 emails about the weekend. One saying I'd love to dance if people are interested. Another saying I put us all on the VIP list just in case. The third email was a forward from a friend who frequents Vegas, telling us what she loves to do there. I tried to understand that my enthusiasm over email might be misperceived but when I re-read the emails, I only got enthusiasm outta the first one.

I had no interest in defending myself. I knew I was right, but I don't know how other people read my emails. I pulled the bride aside and apologized, but she said she didn't think I was pushy at all. I chose to believe her and move on with no worries.

RedSox brought it up later though, "so what do you think really happened?" And I told him I think weddings can be a stressful time, and if people wanna be upset about something, it's easy to pick on undesirable options. That's the story I wanna believe, and I'm sticking to it.

to be continued...

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Viva Las Roxy

Part 1

What happens in Vegas... gets written in my blog. For that reason, my vegas trip will have to be a multi-part blog.

Friday, RedSox was supposed to pick me up at 4:30 to get to the airport for our 6:15pm flight. He picked me up closer to 5:15 and got to the airport at 5:35, giving us a good 10 minutes to check-in. I am attempting to check us in at the kiosk, but the computer won't let me have my boarding passes. I get to an attendant with 5 minutes to spare.

She tries to check us in but check-in had been closed earlier for some reason. She calls the gate yelling at them because we have reservations and should be allowed to check-in. She calls over the supervisor then calls up another number. After fighting for us for a good 3 minutes, she gets off the phone and says "well you two shouldn't have been so late to check in."

A few years ago I would have ripped her a new one, but I have travelled extensively and I know how the system works. RedSox held back while I did my thing, which was simply to stand my ground. I said, "M'am, we may be cutting it close but we're still checking in at least 30 minutes in advance. This complies with your airline policy, so get us on this flight. THANKS"

A minute later we had our boarding pass. We got through security and made our flight. The fun doesn't end there though!

I am pretty scared of flying, especially take-off. Normally I am having an anxiety attack and heavily repeating the Lord's Prayer, but I couldn't help my social nature before take-off and started chatting up the doctor sitting next me. I guess it was a mistake because she wouldn't shut up... even during take-off. I'm trying to pay attention to her thoughts on the HPV vaccine, but I'm having a heart attack and trying to pray. We finally pass the point of statistically defined crashes, and I start listening again.

The flight went smoothly, and we arrived in Vegas... only to find out that our luggage didn't make the flight. This is 100% Redsox's fault because he didn't pick me up at 4:30, but I'm choosing not to be upset. I see this as a great shopping opportunity on his dime. I really only need a dress for the wedding (and shoes), and I know there's a Betsey Johnson and BCBG... and gucci, dior, louis...

Luckily our luggage made the next flight outta Boston, and we got our luggage an hour later. We arrive at MGM grand, and run into the wedding party for a little socializing.

Saturday is wedding day!! I meet up with the girlz for lunch only to find out men are included. I quickly called RedSox to tell him it wasn't girlz only, but he was still in bed and unshowered.

Lunch was a good time for me to catch up with a few of the girlz and get some gossip on D's girl. The plan was to relax by the pool for a couple of hours in the afternoon. I would require a concrete slab to block the sun, but I was happy to relax with the ladies. I go back to the room to change into my bikini, but RedSox is upset because he forgot his cufflinks.

I called up the girlz and informed them of our emergency shopping trip. We went to several stores and got a couple of nice cufflinks just in time to get ready for the wedding. RedSox is nervous about his outfit, but decides on a very handsome ensemble... that didn't require cufflinks afterall.

Off we went to the Shalimar wedding chapel. The ceremony and chapel were beautifully done. I caught the bouquet, but second hand tossed it to one of the other girlz. I think RedSox was pleased with my decision.

Afterwards, we went for drinks at the Wynn... a super nice hotel. RedSox unfortunately hadn't eaten all day, so we ventured off to find some food. It took forever to find a place that wasn't a 5-star establishment, but we managed to grab a snack before our big buffet dinner.

At dinner a wave of exhaustion hit the both of us, so we decided to head back to MGM for a quick nap. RedSox messed up setting up the alarm, and we didn't wake-up until after everyone had called it a night.

Sunday and Monday were pretty relaxed. We avoided the weather in Boston by staying an extra night. We checked out different casinos, played blackjack and overall enjoyed our days.

I say overall because there were some serious downs... and some amazing ups.

to be continued...

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It ain't over til Celine Dion sings!

And she has laryngitis, so it truly isn't over.

Even though I end things... Even though I may say "don't call me"... most of them still call or email or text or instant message.

LegalSeafoods: He's instant messenging me as I write this.

Harvard Business School (HBS): constantly begs me to visit him in Milwaukee.

Ex-Boyfriend: Keeps in touch platonically. It works out well. I just asked him for sex advice. (I know!)

Strays here and there: When are we gonna hang out again???

And now... LV.
He said he wanted a serious relationship. I said no. I knew I'd hear from him again, but I wasn't expecting to hear from him as soon as I did.

I'd say about 2 weeks after things ended before they even really began, he emailed me and asked if I had any free time coming up to come to Vegas.

HBS played this game with me a few months ago. He expected me to plan my trip out Milwaukee. Please... you want me, you do the work.

And that's exactly what LV did. I told him the weekend of Dec 3rd. A half an hour later, he emailed me my flight itinerary.

I flew into Vegas Friday night. On the flight there, I got drunk with the girl next to me and we chatted about all about Vegas and whatnot... you know that whole "I'm drunk and you're my new best friend" deal.

I arrived at midnight East Coast Time. LV picked me up and drove me around the strip. We then went to a new hotel called Red Rock and met up with his old boss and a few clients. I wasn't tired at all, so we played craps until 5am EST. My first time rolling the dice I hit the dealer, but afterwards I kept hitting the wall as I should and it was a blast!

Saturday I wanted to walk around the casinos and watch LV play in a poker tournament. He had a couple tournaments to choose from, and each could go for 4+ hours depending on how well he did. Since he tends to make the final table he told me it would be boring to watch him for 4+ hours, so he gave me $1000 and told me to go have some fun and call him when I'm done or if I need more money.

I know you think I'm joking, but I assure you that he was for real. I took the money and went straight to the shops in Ceasar's palace. LV called me before I was done because some amateur nailed him 2 hours into the tournament.

Bad for LV. Good for me to have cash... and now his credit card.

Purchases:
Purse from Louis Vuitton $650
Sunglasses from Gucci $300
Shoes from Burberry $250
Dress from Intermix $270
Headband from Burberry $65

After shopping, I sat and watched him go almost all the way in the second tournament. I figure sitting around and watching him play for 5 hours is worth $1500 in designer fun.

Unfortunately he didn't make it to the final table, but we went back to Red Rock and won some money playing craps. We slept well last night and he dropped me off at the airport this morning.

I got home a couple hours ago, and I actually wondered whether LV had fun. He spent thousands just to have me visit for 2 nights. I wouldn't spend that kind of money on any man.

The second I landed, I got a text saying he missed me already. So yes he had fun.

Will I see him again?

Maybe

Do I care?

Nah

VIVA LAS VEGAS!

(and I'll admit I am bummed that I didn't get to see Celine Dion sing. I hope she feels better soon!)

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