So far, anyway, I've let this year get away from me.  I have my reasons, but let's not bore them with that.  So, Christmas happened.  Jamie and I stayed in Cali for Christmas, though we are looking forward to our next visit to Texas some time this Spring.  Jamie had to work on Christmas eve, so we didn't get on the road to Fallbrook until 5 p.m., the perfect time to find holiday traffic.  We spent the night at the Siebers and opened up our Christmas presents there the next morning.  As you can see, I got a suede coat, and Jamie got a cat.  OK, so she already had the cat, but this was the best picture I got.  Quick side note while mentioning the coat, I have no become a weather wuss.  Already.  It is not cold here, but now that I have Ugg boots that keep my feet so nice and toasty, I don't like to go out without them.  In New York or even Texas, I would have been wearing sandals even if it were 20 degrees cooler.  I'm pathetic, and I apologize.

Christmas afternoon we went down to Jamie's aunt and uncle's place on Coronado Island.  We snacked and hung out with Matt (Jamie's cousin) and Jackie (his girlfriend).  Eventually, we opened another barrage of presents there, had dinner, and then had a little white elephant gift exchange action.  Fortunately, the fart machine went to Uncle Ron, so that I could have some peace and quiet at home.  We left their house around 7 or 8 p.m. I guess, and headed on to Las Vegas.

We got to Vegas at around 1 a.m. the next morning, and proceeded to check in at Treasure Island.  It took awhile checking in, because it was so late, and they were booked pretty solid.  We had wanted a king size bed, but they said that all they had was two queen size beds; they were completely out of king size beds.  No big deal, but we pressed the issue to see if they might throw a little something our way.  They didn't.  Jamie and I got up to our room, and there was a Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and our key didn't work.  I'm kind of glad that the key didn't work, because if it did, and I had disturbed something, then I myself would have been disturbed.  Anywho, I called downstairs to let them know what happened.  After waiting in the hall for 15 minutes, finally a manager came to take us to a different room, because supposedly “the safe was broken in that room”.  Likely story.  We take the service elevator to another room, which did have a king size bed.  A miracle!  Here they had just told us that they did not have king size available, sent us to an occupied room, made us wait, and then all of a sudden someone checked out of their room at 1 a.m.  The room was great; the runaround was not.  Eventually, we settled down to sleep.  One more quick thing before I go.  It was a nice hotel, a nice room, but the towels sucked.  They were like sandpaper.  And then they have the audacity to only wash the towels if they are thrown on the floor.  I wonder if somewhere in the hotel, for the really rich people, they actually have nice big, soft towels.  More tomorrow, or next month.