Que Viva
It’s been over a week since Dick and Jane and I got back from Las Vegas and we’ve only barely recovered.
A work trip took me to Las Vegas. And as I’m fond of saying, Las Vegas is a giant slice of cheese on the American landscape. And Dick and Jane LOVE cheese. Almost as much as Wallace and Gromit.
They were very excited for the trip. I’d felt they’d grown up so much since their last trip which was to New York (you may remember the advice entry to parents on traveling with children posted previously). Well I thought the twins had grown up and would now be ready to travel like adults, not shoved into suitcases like children.
Here they are very excited not to be in the suitcase. Almost like adults!
And in the BART station on route to the airport, and then on the airplane. Like old pros, behaving perfectly.
But then once we were in the air, they were FREAKING OUT!! Out of fucking control!! HOLY CRAP!! WHAT THE FUCK?! They were annoying the fuck out of all the other passengers!! I tried beating them, smothering them, everything! But nothing would work. What’s a mother to do??!! Luckily I remembered how smooth it had been previously with them all packed away in the suitcase like good children should be. So I took them off and shoved them in my day pack which luckily was carry on luggage.
Ah, peace and quiet. I don’t know what I was thinking trying to treat them like adults. It seems to me its now proven that all children should be packed away with the luggage while flying (for the sake of all the other passengers) until they are AT LEAST 17 years of age. Nuff said.
And then we arrived in Vegas. And here are Dick and Jane checking the classy hotel room in The Flamingo (and note how much more calm they are after having been all secured in the suitcase:
And with the view.
What can I say? I can never stay mad at the kidlets for too long. I even decided to bring them to a work session with me. Don’t they look interested in what’s going on in the meeting? Or is it Sangita’s shoe Jane is interested in??
And of course the highlight of the trip - THE CELINE DION STORE!!!!
Of course I almost got us thrown out of the store for laughing at everything, which Dick and Jane were not very appreciative of. But they’re only kids after all, and you can’t be down on them for liking shitty music.
We were all very very glad to be back to San Francisco. Just in time for the anti-war rally! Hooray!
And here is Lisa at the rally showing off her socks instead of her shoes. Perhaps the socks have been jealous??
And with Masha and Peter’s shoes.
After the rally, we rode the famous San Francisco Cable Car. Here are Dick and Jane next to Peter (age 4)’s shoes on the car:
Do you see how filthy Peter has gotten himself? Look at those pants! And look at how clean Dick and Jane are! Is anyone still thinking of having kids??
Hmmmmm. Cute shoes..........kids........cute shoes.......kids........
Monday, January 29, 2007
Fuck Las Vegas, Viva San Francisco!
