I thought I'd do some writing since (i) I woke up in an unusual emotional state this morning (unusual because I'm in vacation heaven), and (ii) my vacation always conjures up thoughts, ramblings, and unfettered emotions. I still don't know why I was emotional this morning.
My hotel upgraded me to this baller suite. Baller, with its own jacuzzi and flat screens in the bedroom, bathroom and living room just built for you to relax and chill. Baller Haven!! I just keep thinking, but I'm by myself. Do they know that? I told them I was coming to Vegas to celebrate my birthday and they must have thought, "She's probably coming in here with a bunch of girlfriends, etc." That is (sadly, for them) not the case. It's just me. Taking in her birthday in this wonderful city by her self in this baller suite that you've gifted her.
I love the room. It's giving me multiple orgasms just looking at the incredible view of the Las Vegas strip from the 38th floor. They couldn't have arranged a better birthday present for this old gal. I thank them (Palms Place) and their owners immensely. And if you ever want to celebrate your birthday solo or with all the ballers in the world, I highly recommend this place, with the jacuzzi jet tub in the living room, cushy bathrobe and slippers and all. Staying here made me feel so privileged, something I haven't felt in a long time. I'm sipping Champagne in a plush white bathrobe and staring out the floor to ceiling windows at the breathtaking Las Vegas view. It is truly that exquisite and breathtaking. Check my Instagram account for all the squealish updates.
My hotel upgraded me to this baller suite. Baller, with its own jacuzzi and flat screens in the bedroom, bathroom and living room just built for you to relax and chill. Baller Haven!! I just keep thinking, but I'm by myself. Do they know that? I told them I was coming to Vegas to celebrate my birthday and they must have thought, "She's probably coming in here with a bunch of girlfriends, etc." That is (sadly, for them) not the case. It's just me. Taking in her birthday in this wonderful city by her self in this baller suite that you've gifted her.
I love the room. It's giving me multiple orgasms just looking at the incredible view of the Las Vegas strip from the 38th floor. They couldn't have arranged a better birthday present for this old gal. I thank them (Palms Place) and their owners immensely. And if you ever want to celebrate your birthday solo or with all the ballers in the world, I highly recommend this place, with the jacuzzi jet tub in the living room, cushy bathrobe and slippers and all. Staying here made me feel so privileged, something I haven't felt in a long time. I'm sipping Champagne in a plush white bathrobe and staring out the floor to ceiling windows at the breathtaking Las Vegas view. It is truly that exquisite and breathtaking. Check my Instagram account for all the squealish updates.
Underneath all this awesomeness, I still appreciate how pathetic it may seem that I am by myself, and I cannot share the joy of this flamboyant space with anyone...just me, as is often the case. It is bittersweet. On the one hand, I am proud of myself for providing me, myself and I with these little (and big) joys, and on the other hand I feel like the sixth toe, somewhat not a part of the whole. I could be exaggerating, but you know what I mean. It is a thing of joy to provide yourself (without the aid of a man) with these simple joys. It's empowering, for me it is. I think if he eventually shows up and wants to wow with me these places, too late because I've already given them to myself. So dude, try harder. Empowering! Every woman should empower themselves with the vacation of their dreams.
Still...it would still be nice to have someone nagging me about hurrying to get to the pool, or having yet another drink, or just about wanting to sleep in a little longer. Anything. It would be nice...or would it? I normally wouldn't care about things like these but as I said I woke up quite testy. Perhaps I am getting too old for this singleton thing. Or perhaps, my brief taste of coupledom has got me jaded.
But as I turned this great age, these thoughts went through my head. And I thought the other singletons should know. Do they think the same? Should I stop whining? As I trust in them, I ask that they keep the singleton hope alive! I know I will.
