What happens in Vegas...

Last weekend I flew to Vegas with 5 of my closest friends. Vegas is a funny place. People go there with all sorts of expectations. Families with children vacation there. Young couples honeymoon there. Older couples renew the flame there. Divorcees celebrate their freedom there.

So where do middle aged housewives fit in?

The last time I was in Vegas was with DH. It was truly a wonderful time. We began the trip holding hands and snuggling on the plane. We dressed up and took in a show. We saw the sights. We went to a strip club or two. We had amazing sex in our hotel room. We snuggled and kissed on the plane on the way home.

We went with no expectations and no inhibitions and we had a great time.

This time was oh so very different. Our group of 7 women, ranging in age from 36 (I'm the youngest) to 45 (recently widowed). Most of us are married, happily, though we had two singles. Getting ready to go to the strip for dinner, I put on the same outfit I wore last time...a skirt and top. Not particularly low cut, but not matronly either. The rest of my friends looked like they were getting ready for church! Arriving at Treasure Island's parking garage, we walked through the casino to get to the street. The entire way hearing comments like "I guess Vegas is just an excuse to dress like a slut" or "look at what she's wearing...that's ridiculous." Of course, I commented that I thought anything was acceptable as long as you couldn't see nipples. And I got a dirty look.

I mentioned, perhaps, seeing one of the male stripper shows and you would have thought I said let's get a group divorce! A girl stripclub would obviously be out of the question.

At dinner, the conversation turned to "where is the craziest place you've had sex." I got to say a frisbee golf course in broad daylight at a family reunion. And I heard some interesting answers from the girls. But all from years past. Talking about our current sex life, only one other even found sex enjoyable! Let alone talking about anything "out of the ordinary." Just the mention of anal sex illicited groans of sick, gross, who would do that?

We all split up for a while, some of us went shopping, some saw the sights, and some played the slots. When we all met back up, I'm the only one that got eyerolls because I was carrying a Frederick's of Hollywood bag.

I need to find some fun friends. Some friends who are ready and willing to try new and fun things instead of settling for middle aged.

The weekend was a fun girlie time, but it was wasted in Vegas. We might as well have been in Detroit. And now I'm longing to go back with DH so we can really have some fun!