Mama's House

Got back last night after a near 7 hour trip back from Las Vegas. It wasn't what would be described as a perfectly fun-filled extravaganza - what trip is? - by any stretch of the imagination. But in spending a weekend with them I got to know Karen better and came to know her sister - probably a more pleasant experience for me than they. And best of all, even after what is now 25 years of getting to know her, I came to know my sister a bit more. Connecting with my sister over the weekend got to the point where I was subconsciously adopting her sense of humor by cracking the type of jokes she likes to make - not necessarily something I want to make a habit. In the end I'm happy she dragged me out to the desert oasis.

Happy 25th Joni!

P.S. Aside from the getting to know people better thing, I did take away another memory from this Vegas trip that revived somewhat similar older memories in Cambridge and Hotel Fig. More on this later after I get my hands on the incriminating photos to destroy share.