Next week is our one month wedding anniversary. We have been non-stop celebrating this glorious event. Our honeymoon took us to NJ, NV, and CA. Everywhere we went I told "our story" to whomever would listen.
The first people subjected to hearing the story were the Pilot and Senior Flight Attendant on US Airways. They did not believe the story, I gathered, as they kept looking at the two of us and asked, "How many years did you say you are married?" When I reiterated the point that we JUST got married but it has been 45 years since we dated, the flight attendant gasped and said, "Maybe there is hope for me!!". Later during the flight, while I was napping, the flight attendant gave my husband (I love saying, "my husband") a bottle of wine. She whispered to him, "To loosen her up".
At the Bellagio, in Las Vegas, NV, I was greeted with "Welcome to the Bellagio, Mrs Lieberman". I swooned...then giggled...then asked, "How did they know?" It turns out that my husband has a connection who set us up with VIP service for the three days and nights we spent there. I mean we had it all: room service, concierge lounge with unlimited wine, cheese, drinks of all kinds including alcohol, and...oh, I forgot to mention the limosine service that picked us up at the airport with the chauffeur standing at the arrival gate holding a sign that read: Mr and Mrs Lieberman!!!
We ate, we saw shows, we toured all the casinos, and did not lose a penny as we don't gamble. You don't need to gamble to have fun in Vegas! So much to do, so little time to do it in. Having never been to Vegas, and being youthful in nature, I applauded the sights as I saw them for the first time as if I were six years old.
We met friends the last day in Vegas and traveled to their home in Laguna Woods, CA. We stayed there for the week but we traveled to Palm Springs, Santa Monica, San Diego, and Long Beach. Again, lots to do and we did it all.
OK, I'm going to sign off now, but rest assured there will be more stories and some photos to share in the next post.
Until then, The New Mrs