My dad just called me. He is at the Austin airport during a layover right now, on his way to Orlando for the weekend (to work, lest you think he’s just taking off for a beach vacation alone or something). It was great to talk to him for a few minutes, but sad to know he was so close and yet I didn’t get to see him. I forgot to tell him that I furthered the cause of good smiles for him by warning my friend to never ever ever let her dentist take out her permanent retainer bar. He would have been pleased.
We’re going back to Vegas to visit in a few weeks. I haven’t been in Vegas since Christmas, and I can’t wait to be back. I love Texas. I love Utah. I love practically every other city I’ve ever visited. But I think I will always love Las Vegas the most. It’s my city. It’s where I grew up. It’s where my parents live. And it’s where you can always get an In-n-Out burger (can I get a “hallelujah!”?)
It will be a little strange also to go home because my youngest sister will have left for college a week before we come down. When we moved to that house, I still had four months left before I went to college. All of us lived there. Now, it’ll be just my parents and my little brother. And this Christmas, we won’t be coming down to Las Vegas until a few days after Christmas (my first Christmas not with my family. . .eeek). My sister and her husband aren’t coming down at all. It will be a strange Christmas.
(Oh, and did I mention that Bart brought home a box of chocolate covered caramels last night? That were delicious? No? Well, he did. And they were.)