Our trips since then, to see family in Miami, are fun and frantic, but more about the kids (as they should be) than about us.
This Las Vegas trip was a thrilling concept because it represented romance and the anticipation of escaping parenthood, just for a few days, although we would soon discover it would not be that emotionally simple. We always promised each other we would strive to maintain our adult relationship and individual identities, but the idea of being Michael and Shannon rather than Mommy and Daddy for a few days felt like a much greater taboo than anything Sin City had to offer.
But of course, that was before we encountered passed-out brides, $12 bottles of beer, baseball card call girls, Freddie Mercury bicycle bikini races, Fatburger, 4-story high cowboy Elvises and knuckle tattoos spelling “LOVE” and “HATE.”

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