Sin City

Last week Hubby and I got in our truck and headed to California to pick up our son and all his worldly possessions and make our way to Colorado for graduate school at the University of Colorado in Boulder. I have been looking forward to this trip for a long time. It would be around 10 days that we could spend as a family together, something we haven't had in a long time. I love a good road trip. So laden down with our cargo trailer and our dog, Solomon, we headed down I5 for California. We arrived at his apt. the next day and proceeded to dismantle it. I cleaned everything before it went into the trailer and we packed it neatly for the ride. It was a lot of work but I was glad to have the chance to be a mom again. Now my son has a lot of nice stuff. He has been on his own for 5 years and had furnished his apartment very nicely. I am proud of how he has kept things and his taste in furnishings. I was anxious to help him set up his new place in Colorado.
We headed out Friday morning and since we were going right through Las Vegas my Hubby was hell bent on showing me Vegas. Does this man even know me? I have never wanted to go to Vegas. It is everything I hate. Gambling, drinking, shallow trappings all around but stop we did. We decided to stay at the Luxor. They had a nice secure parking lot and we felt good about parking the truck and trailer there. But I hated Vegas. When I went to bed that night I about had a panic attack. I kept thinking, "Get me out of here!" I couldn't wait to leave the next morning. The next day we had a very nice buffet breakfast with my son's girlfriend's family, as they were taking her to grad school too. We checked out of the hotel, went out to the parking lot and discovered that during the night someone stole our truck, trailer and ALL of my son's stuff. Everything he owns. And I mean everything. His whole apartment furnishings, sports equipment, electronics, passport and all his paperwork,, the diploma I just had framed, a framed picture of his lovely girlfriend and all the cards and notes she wrote to him, all his other pictures, all his clothes and shoes, you name it and it was in there. He arrived in Boulder with two shorts, two T shirts some underwear and a pair of flip flops. And his lap top, thank goodness that was in our room.
We are sick and trying to save our vacation by saying things like, "It could be worst, at least no one was hurt." But it has been hard.

Apparently what happens in Vegas.....stays in Vegas. Including all our stuff.

note: I would have taken pictures but they stole my camera too.