It's Never Really a Vacation

Every time I come to visit the family, don't think that I am on vacation. It is so far from that, it's not funny.

Let's see, every day since Christmas Eve my mom has had me on the go, go, go. I cannot blame her; she misses doing things with me--no matter what they are. She drags me to the drug store to pick up shower gel with her. Any time spent together she treasures.

Then the work week started, for them and for me. Rather than be bored in the house all day, she drags me to her practice. Day one, was so boring I could die.

Day two was not so bad because a hot hottie came in and I was on that for an hour. Hee hee. I don't think there is a 'rule' where the doctor's daughter cannot flirt with the patients. Is there?

Day three, I needed a project. My mom sent me to get gas for her car. On average that would take twenty minutes. It took me three hours. The gas station is in between a Super Wal-Mart and a Kohl's. I fell into both.
I have good reasons:
1. Wal-Mart and Kohl's are not located in the Dallas proper city limits, so visiting each one is a holiday in itself.
2. My sunglasses broke the second day I was here and I just cannot be out in the sun with out super star shades. Needless to say, I still do not have a replacement pair, just yet. (Not to worry, today I am off to Target and it strategically located next to the cutest shops)
My mom noticed that the projects I had were not real projects--when is shopping not a project?!?

So, she gave me a job.
Plan the New Year's Party.

Okeedokee.
I can tell you how I think that this was her plan all along because we can all remember how she suckered me into planning her Grand Opening last time I was here. Uhm hmm.
How do you plan a party in three days? You give that task to your visiting daughter (who loves to plan parties no matter what) so that her days are not filled with repeats of Oprah and the Tyra Banks Show.

The theme was already established by my mom: Casino Night.
I know...I know. Original, right?
It was my idea and plan to make it original.

I am turning the basement into a casino. I found this wall paper decor at Party City; where you tape this design onto your wall, I got the slot machines design and Voila! Instant casino.
I also found a desk top slot machine. I plan to have that at the door. When guests walk in, they each receive $250 monopoly money (which they cash in downstairs, in the basement, for chips) and they can double it by taking a turn at the slot machine. It is super cute, it rings and whistles when you win.
My brother and his friends will be the dealers.
The guest bathroom I am decorating to make into "The Little White Chapel"---I kind of fell into the Wedding aisle at the Party City as well (what can I say?) and there are some cheesy wedding crap at that store. I couldn't resist. I got the tulle, the faux wedding bands, white bells, and a cake topper showing an eloped couple. All that is missing is Elvis.

My mom was a wee bit hesitant when I told her the idea. Maybe I didn't take the right approach when I said; "people will be hooking up in the bathroom". I thought it was funny.

It's a New Year's party, isn't hooking up a requirement? I'd rather someone did it in the bathroom than the guest bed where I am sleeping.