Then we saw Chris' high school friends, which consists of them reminiscing of their party days and me thinking that they wouldn't have even talked to me in high school, because I would've been way too boring. We ate at Claim Jumper which was so yummy. I've missed their huge portions that I used to enjoy when I was in college. Then we stayed up until 2:00 in the morning playing card games. I went to sleep, but Chris and his buddy stayed up until 4:00 a.m. catching up on each other's lives.
Christmas morning, we hurried and opened presents because I had to drive Chris to the airport. Vacation time is over for him and he had to get back to work. My sister's girls got Rock Band from Santa. My kids played it the whole time. It was so funny hearing Sophia belt out "Living on a Prayer." My sister also had a dog that Selena couldn't get enough of. She would play with her all day. For a second I thought I might buy her a dog, because she looked so happy when she was with her.
Later in the week I was able to see my girlfriend from high school. We had lunch at our high school hangout -- Del Taco. We caught up on our families and old high school friends/flames which is always fun.
Then I hit the road with my parents to drive to Vegas. The road trip was very entertaining. My dad and I argued over who was going to drive. He didn't want me to drive because he said I was distracted with the kids, looking in my purse, changing the radio. He doesn't understand that I've learned to multi-task as a working mother. 
I didn't want him to drive because -- well, he's old and he can barely remember my name. But I conceded and let him take the wheel.
Traffic was terrible and we were at a stand-still for a majority of the time. But that gave us the opportunity to observe grown men standing on the side of the road with headlights shining on them, peeing in the dirt. No, they didn't even try to hide themselves -- they were standing right there, in plain view of the thousands of motorists on the I-15 freeway. I wanted to take their picture, but we weren't moving and I didn't want them to come to our car and yell at me for photographing their not-so-private moment. Selena thought I said that I had taken their picture, so she kept asking if she could see the picture on our digital camera. I had to explain that the moment was gone and I didn't get the shot -- maybe next time.


