Generally, I’m a planner. I play it safe. Not a lot of surprises with me. Frankly, it’s boring and I’m a bit tired of being so predictable. We were in Vegas last week and it offered me the opportunity to try out my new Ms. Spontaneity pants , much to Sean’s dismay. (He’s also a planner.)
First, I went to the spa instead of the conference one morning. This was pre-planned, but the boring me wouldn’t have skipped lectures to go get a facial and take a bath. They did microdermabrasion and I’m in love with the results.
Then, when we went to dinner, I drank. Alcohol. I really don’t drink. Until Penny came along, I hadn’t had a drink since I was 22. Three children will do that to you. I had a chocolate martini, a rum and coke while gambling, and a glass of wine at dinner one night. I did not enjoy any of them. Still don’t like the taste of alcohol, but that’s besides the point.
I gambled. For real. Not just penny and nickel slots like normal. I ventured to the dollar slots and I even went to the craps table. I’ve always wanted to throw those dice and I have a rudimentary understanding of how the game works. Basically, you put your chip thingies all over the table, someone rolls the dice, and then you get more chip thingies that you pick up. I liked the picking up the chip thingies the best. I won $200 which I feel is very respectable for a novice adventurer.
I had two failures at my attempt to be spontaneous and they involved my husband, so it’s not entirely my fault. First, I tried to convince him to get a tattoo. We were eating dinner next to a tattoo place and I thought, why not? But I already have one and I wanted company if I was going to get a new one. No luck. Sean said he’d get one if our friend also got one, but she’s just as play it safe as the rest of us, so no dice.
My second fail was the worst. I asked Sean to get remarried by an Elvis. He said no. My own husband wouldn’t marry me (again). I even promised to get him a cheap-o ring to replace his real one he lost four years ago and insists is still in the house somewhere. No go. Crushed, I tell you. Crushed.
I kind of enjoyed my spontaneity. I may even try to bring it back. However, you know what they say, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”. Here’s hoping not.
Are you a planner or spontaneous? What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve done (I need suggestions)?