Flashback to late November, early December: “Dude. We need to take a vacation. We need to hit Vegas.” “Dude. We do. Put in the requests for time off in a couple of months. I’ll get the tickets.”
Now inject a blur of crises, trips to the East Coast, and checking work emails at midnight for a couple of months and wake up to find yourself saying “Wait. We need to pack. Crap. We need to go to the bank. Jeez. We need to get someone to feed the kitties…” because you realize that you’re going to Vegas this weekend.
And allow me to give the ultimate First World Problem and say something like “I’m not ready to go on vacation. I need a vacation before I go on vacation.” But dude, seriously. These last few months have been nutzo. So we got packed today and Maribou found someone to feed the kitties and I’m going to the bank tomorrow and… jeez. I need a minute to breathe.
Maybe tomorrow night.
Anyway, Saturday will be spent flying and then recuperating from the last few months with old man drinks ordered from the bar (blended) and complaining about how the Stardust is gone. Sunday will have us join up with an old friend from back when the internet was still mostly text and, for the first time, we will meet his spouse…
And, heck, while we’re there, maybe we’ll see a show. Are Donny and Marie still at the Flamingo?
So… what’s on your docket?