Ohio Weather and Vegas marriage

You know you live in Ohio when the first day of spring delivers you 3 inches of snow. My poor Mustang is getting pretty sick of all this icey road business…it’s a death trap in the snow, but oh so pretty still.

I still can’t help it though, snow or not, I have spring fever and just had to go out yesterday and buy some spring work clothes. I bought a couple cute skirts and tops to go with them. Now all I need is a tan and some warmer weather! I don’t know why I am buying work clothes. When I make the transition to working from home I’m sure I’ll never get dressed up. Let’s be honest here, what sounds more appealing than taking conference calls in my PJ’s.

My roommate is in Vegas as we speak. I am so jealous! I have had so much time the past few trips there that I think I need a Vegas trip with the girls at least once a year. Here’s a fun story from last year:

My girls and I were out at Studio 54 one night in Vegas and I started talking to this guy who bought me a drink. He said I looked Irish and I said that of course I was a good Irish girl. He was telling me how happy his mom would be if he brought a good Catholic Irish girl home. We had a laugh or two and a drink or four and he started talking crazy:

"Wouldn’t it be the greatest story ever to come home from Vegas married? I mean, could you get more Vegas? Let’s do it. Seriously! Let’s do it tomorrow."

I definitely thought he was drunk/joking and blew it off, however we danced for the rest of the night and he wrote down the hotel room that my girls and I were staying in so we could all hang out later. Well, the next day after getting back from the pool in the afternoon, there was a knock at the hotel room door. Sure enough, there was "Irish Fiance" as we refer to him now. He had a bottle of champagne, flowers and he and his friends were all wearing tuxes…..

I was like, "Are you kidding me? You have got to be kidding me!" He tried for about an hour to convince me to marry him there in Vegas and annul it later. It didn’t work of course, but it was the funniest thing that has ever happened to me. I’m just glad that I wasn’t more trashed than I was. Who knows what would have happened with the right mix of alcohol and good ol’ Vegas craziness.

I hope my roomie doesn’t come back married….lol.