The Gal admits it–she needs a vacation.
Happily, I take a break around this time every year to meet a girlfriend I’ve known forever. We call each other best sister-friends, because we go back so far (pre getting our driver’s licenses) and have shared some spectacular experiences.
Working together in restaurants has definitely cemented our bond.
One summer, when we were barely 15, we worked in our hometown’s (also a popular tourist-town) only coffee shop, serving up countless orders of eggs and scrapple and scooping gallons of ice cream to locals and tourists.
For several summers, we worked in the same town’s only upscale restaurant. She was the cocktail waitress and I was the bartender (the legal age to pour and serve was lower then). We pooled tips, made a fortune in our 18- and 19-year-old minds, and I have never forgotten how to make an awesome frozen Grasshopper.
As adults, we’ve lived far apart–she in Montana, and me on the East Coast. Somehow, though, we’ve remained as close as ever, only lamenting that we can’t talk over the backyard fence in person instead of over phone lines, and now via IM.
But we never miss a yearly vacation together.
When the kids were little, these were simple family vacations. Now that our kids are older and our husbands run their own businesses, time feels more precious. Over the past eight years or so, this has evolved into an annual best-sister-friend vacation on our own.
To say we have a blast doesn’t come close.
During this trip, I plan to interview maitre’ds along the Strip to see how their experiences compare to mine. Stay tuned for an interesting survey.
And let me know your favorite numbers to bet at the roulette table (I usually win there).
I leave Sunday, July 9, and get back on Sunday, July 16.
Be nice to hosts and tip the servers well while I am away.
Snake eyes, baby!