Hora post from wade….Vegas for the weekend. Order of the day/weekend:

  • Given up on lost cause, thanks Evil for taking care of the last bit of string.
  • Checked in for flight (why does Southwest always give me B’s when I check in early doors? Incredibly frustrating).
  • Get to said flight in time to check in a bag, otherwise with the new TSA regs I’ll have to throw away my hair gel…again…
  • Customary sleep on the flight to be jolted awake by the customary Southwest landing. Schedule chiropractor meeting due to said Southwest landing.
  • Have dinner with the sibling, get filled in on how she’s enjoying the move and help her out with her naturalization papers. Give her some pointers on avoiding scenarios that may lead to deportation (since I currently am the regional expert on that).
  • Maybe meet up with the Vegas birthday bunch or alternatively continue hanging out with the sibling, hit a bar and get silly drunk. Foresee a cab back to the Hilton at some point in the night.
  • Sleep the sleep of the happy drunk on Saturday. Try not to be disconcerted at sharing a room with P, N’s friend who I’ve never met before.
  • Party party-starter style on Saturday night in ‘celebration’ of N’s birthday. Try and dig some latent mojo out to chat up some cuties (drink copious amounts to help make the uncuties, cuties).
  • Make the most out of the saying ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.’
  • Stay resolutely away from Blackjack tables and strip-clubs, no money to waste this time.
  • Bemoan at various times of the night the lack of a quality wingman, i.e. R, to aid in the cutie chatup.
  • Sleep the sleep of the shot-down (yet happy) drunk or engage in mindblowing sex, depending on how the night goes.
  • Drive back with N and S on Sunday to get back on the rat-race.
Now, stop blogging, get back to work and churn those eight billable hours out. Blah.