Sunday Regurgitation for 3/29/09: Don’t miss the Grand Canyon

For those of you wondering why Sunday is throwing up, fear not. Sunday Regurgitation occurs every Sunday, when I link to a prior post of mine, because I am trapped under something heavy and am unable to write anything original or riveting. Hopefully someone will notice I’m missing, remove whatever is suffocating me and I’ll be back to normal by tomorrow. But just in case this doesn’t happen, think of me fondly.

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My parents returned safely from Vegas. While there, they managed to (1) gamble; (2) see Bette Midler; (3) pay $3.50 for bottled water; (4) complain about paying $3.50 for bottled water; (5) try to convince my brother to get married to someone; (6) fail to convince my brother to get married to ANYONE, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD; (7) get stuck in the back seat of a Honda civic; and (8) refuse to visit the Grand Canyon because it might be chilly.

And my brother told them (1) it’s Vegas and you’re eating lunch at the Venetian; (2) you are going to pay $3.50 for bottled water because it’s Vegas and you’re eating lunch at the Venetian; (3) stop complaining about paying $3.50 for bottled water; (4) stop complaining, period; (5) let Mom sit in the front seat of the Honda civic so she won’t get stuck again and hold up the entire valet parking service at the Venetian; (6) he doesn’t want to get married to Anyone because she’s not his type; (7) STOP IT; and (8) the Grand Canyon is beautiful, and who cares if it’s chilly?

And my mother replied (1) IF YOU GET MARRIED, WE’LL RIDE DONKEYS INTO THE DAMN CANYON, OK? OTHERWISE, SHUTTA UPPA YOU MOUTH.

My brother’s marital status, or lack thereof, tends to bring out the latent Soprano in my mother.

I have fond memories of our own Vegas getaway last year. Nate and I (1) gambled; (2) didn’t see Bette Midler; (3) ate lunch at the Venetian; (4) paid $3.50 for bottled water while eating lunch at the Venetian; (5) didn’t complain about paying $3.50 for bottled water while eating lunch at the Venetian; (6) never mentioned the “m” word to my brother; (7) didn’t get stuck in a Honda civic; and (8) visited the Grand Canyon.

And my brother is absolutely right … the Grand Canyon is gorgeous and who cares if it’s chilly?

Not us.

We were fine with the chilly.

We were even OK with the freezing.

But we got a little ticked at the DAMMIT, IT’S LIKE WE NEVER LEFT HOME blizzard.

I leave you with We came, we saw, we ran …

Happy Sunday, everyone!

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