One Little Weekend in Omaha...Part 1

The idea for our summer 'girls trip' to Omaha 

was conceived when I refused to go to Branson 

for the 5th summer in a row,

 and my mom thought that Chicago 

would be too expensive....

natural compromise: Omaha!! Sure, why not...

We left on Thursday at 10:00 and arrived at our destination

around 2:00....we tacked on an extra hour or so to our drive

due to stopping at every flea market between

Kansas City and Omaha...ahem, thanks mom.

creepy flea market dolls...that one on the right can't 

be trusted...

madre

moi

The 'Welcome to Iowa' sign I failed to capture in time

The most awkward and equally most amazing

Ken doll ever...rock on Kenny

We checked into our hotel and then decided that we'd 

walk few blocks down 10th Street into the Old Market area.

It's similar to Kansas City's Westport, with brick lined

streets and shops/restaurants.  By this time it was nearly

3:30 and we were starved, so we had an early dinner and

found a decent Happy Hour at a local brewery.

Old Market Passageway

Map of downtown Omaha in hand...

cause I'm the control freak who holds the map

After we'd strolled around Old Market,

we drove to a couple of antique stores my mom

had somehow managed to hear about with her

antique sonar locating device..aka..her brain.

The antiques sucked and were overpriced, BUT

all was not lost, because next to the antique store

was a freakin'amazing candy store...

Enter: Heaven

Sugar high Beth dances with Elvis

A candy store so amazing that Lady Gaga chose to

have her famous piano from the 'You and I' 

video kept here!! 

This place had EVERYTHING...

...and no, I didn't buy any

It was about 7:30 at this point...

So what else were a few ladies to do on a Thursday night?

maybe what they say is true...boredom leads to trouble.

We're no gamblers by any means...

And my practical self was cringing at the thought

of putting my money in some crazy machine.

BUT, I told myself it was just $10, and if it kept me

entertained for the next hour and a half than it

was no different than paying $10 to see a movie.

This made me feel a little better...but I still

found myself frantically pushing the

'cash out voucher' button every time I was up any

tiny amount of money

WooHoo!! 

Cashin' out 3 bucks!! Take that Harrah's!

And so ended our first day in Omaha!