Vegas Day Two

I realize there is no Vegas Day One. That's because I was busy and then lazy. But, this really isn't as much about Vegas as it is about me discovering my mother. It's common for mothers and daughters not to get along and we're common. So I never talk to my mom unless I have something to say and she's learned to quit calling so often. Great relationship, I know. I'm not saying I don't love my mother. She's a great cook. Just kidding, that's not the only reason why, but her meals sure don't hurt. (Except that she is constantly feeding us huge meals and after a while, you just want to say, hey, stop gorging me with food. I'm tired of eating. I want to actually go out and do something.---No, seriously, a feast when I'm hungry is cool, but would you want a feast three times a day? And if I don't eat, it offends her, but if I do, I don't feel well because I haven't even finished digesting the previous meal. I mean, I think this woman just wants to keep us in the dining room because that's the only time she can have an excuse to keep us all in the same room. But yeah, there's life outside of the kitchen, so...)

Anyway, so it's just my mom and I in Vegas. The first day, Mom was walking behind me the entire time, which annoyed me because I didn't want to be shadowed by somebody this entire trip; I want someone who is going to walk by my side as we take on Vegas. I got to thinking and I think that Mom has been step on by people she loves for so long that she's just kind of accepted that place of being below or behind others. I understand that much of it, and it pisses me off. I'm young enough and have grown up a bit differently, so if someone tries to step on me and I think it warrants a fight, I push back.

Later last night, while waiting for Cirque du Soleil Mystere (which was a very entertaining show--well worth it), Mom dropped by a Blackjack table. I've never seen this woman gamble. She hates smokers and only drinks the weakest amount of beer every... four or five years. So when Mom threw in a twenty and walked out with $85, I couldn't stop grinning like a Cheshire. I mean, you realize that the only way you could top this, for me, was if you rode in on a unicorn, right? I decided that my mother was a (pardon my french) badass.

Today, we went on a Grand Canyon tour. These two broads kept pushing their way in front of us and that got old real quick, but then Mom told me how much it annoyed her and I decided, we're on the same team. So over dinner, I finally opened up and told her a little bit about how college was. When I'd finished with a short summary, I told her that I felt bad that I'd never told her anything about my college days. Her response was something along the lines of "well, you never talk to me", which was enough for me to close up again, so that killed that attempt to connect.

Anyway, today, I learned that my mom is losing her sight. She wears glasses sometimes and can't really read a menu in front of her. I don't like the idea of my mother getting old. I like to think of her as invincible because to me, my mother is better than any Wonder Woman.