Pre-Trip Preparations

We’re flying out to Las Vegas tonight but have to go through San Francisco first. Sadly, we will not be able to meet up with Brett, Wonny, and RH.



As you can imagine, the last few days have been pretty hectic for us. I got home last night and Lynnette was in the middle of packing for the trip. It’s a four-day stay, so I think she’s packed approximately 12 outfits – three per day – so that she can be ready for any number of circumstances ranging from “casual dining” to “there’s no way we would pay this much for food if we weren’t on vacation.” You have to hand it to the woman: she’s never unprepared for dining options. Look, I don’t care. Just as long as I am reunited with In-N-Out. I can’t wait to take hi-res photos of my burgers – if I can remember to snap them before taking that first huge bite. It’s a challenge, man.

This has nothing to do with anything, except I did the mud mask on the same night Sting showed up at Survivor Series and I spent Sunday night walking around the house like this saying "THIS. IS. STING." over and over.

This has nothing to do with anything, except I did the mud mask on the same night Sting showed up at Survivor Series and I spent Sunday night walking around the house like this saying “THIS. IS. STING.” over and over.

Lynnette and I haven’t been to Vegas since the first leg of our honeymoon in 2006. I’m pretty excited to lose money on football this week – but at a casino sports book! It’s exactly the same, but totally different! Did anyone have Kansas City by 7 over the Raiders last week? Me too! Speaking of gambling, I was trying to come up with the over/under time for the first time Madison says “These are adults things. When are we going to do kid things?” while we’re on our trip. I’m thinking sometime early Thursday morning. Can’t quite narrow it down because trying to do the time zone conversions makes my head hurt. We’ll just let it ride and hope she’s enamored of simply being in a place not Oahu. Still, I wonder if her excitement over this trip is because she equates vacation with three trips to Disneyland, a drive down to SeaWorld, and her ThillIt playground. She’s going to be sorely disappointed, isn’t she? Well, we’re going to try to take her to Mount Charleston. Hopefully it is snowing.

Let's do this!

Let’s do this!

Among the numerous t-shirts that I have packed in my suitcase is my Cowboys t-shirt. They play the Eagles on Thanksgiving for sole possession of first place in the NFC East. I don’t even think I’ll be in front of a TV. That shouldn’t be a problem, however, as I am positive that the change in eating habits will absolutely destroy my stomach and I will have to excuse myself several times to find a nearby bathroom and gleefully add many, many new locations to my running list. At some point, I’ll have to wander over to a bar or book to see what’s going on with America’s Team. Running Subplot that means absolutely nothing to anyone other than me: Anytime I see Troy Aikman, I instinctively and involuntarily shout “I love you, Troy!” I don’t feel this way about anyone else. I never profess my love when I see Emmitt or Michael. I think I’m getting close with Tony. I don’t think I’ll ever love him the way I love Troy because Troy is associate with my childhood, but still. Sigh. See, I told you no one cared about this.

Sad Abby.

Sad Abby.

The only one who isn’t excited about our trip is Abby. She’s going to a sitter’s home while we are hemorrhaging cash money. I think she knows something’s up because she’s been clingy this week. Granted, that might have something to do with the colder weather, but I like to think that she knows we’re leaving because there are huge boxes filled with clothes sitting in the living room. We’re going to miss her too. Perhaps puppy treats from Las Vegas are in order. I don’t know. I gotta go. I still have professional preparations to make before I leave. This is going to be cutting it close, but I don’t know any other way. As always, I’ll keep you updated on our adventures.


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