Day Eleven

12 09 2008

I’m not even sure where this is–some fancy, ritzy place in Vegas that’s trying to look like it’s in Italy. Wait! Stan’s staying at The Venetian. It must be at his hotel. (And, yes, he did try to talk me into going with him, but . . . it’s only the second week of school. How could I do that? Of course, seeing the pictures and remembering the past few nights of thinking, “Isn’t it bedtime yet?” and finding it’s only six o’ clock–well, let’s just say I’m feeling a little bad about missing the Vegas vacation.)