We've got a room in Vegas booked for Memorial Day weekend. I haven't been there since I was like 10 and I know people my age are supposed to love going to Vegas but I feel rather blah about the whole thing. I've missed church three weeks in a row and I don't particularly feel like being in Sin City on the fourth straight weekend I miss my weekly dose of Pastor David's sermon. Beyond that, I've become an old lady who enjoys going to bed at a decent hour and has the tendency to freak out in large, crowded crowds of strangers. What can I say, I'm boring and claustrophobic. I don't like to gamble, I hate the smell of cigarette smoke, I'm not allowed to be in the sun for any length of time (because of the medications I'm on) and basically, to sum up, I'm a big wet blanket. I'm a cranky 80 year old woman at the ripe old age of 22. Bah humbug. I'm the scrooge of Memorial Day Weekend =)