Matters at home have stabilized enough for us to go forward with our plans to take a vacation soon. Hell, I needed it a while ago, especially when the crappy weather hit. We were going put things to together sooner but as you know the cold wave pushed it back: see if the pipes burst (so far, no), get well and just a general feeling of malaise. I also pressed to make sure this trip didn’t interfere with the possibility of my Stars going all the way to the Calder Cup again. Hell, if Dallas gets it together, the Stanley Cup could make it to Texas again…as the Flyers raise it! This would be sweet because the first thing I will do when we arrive in Vegas is collect my $150 and send a picture to all the Broad Street haters saying “Suck It!” Especially to the fans of a certain crybaby city whose team wasn’t designed to last thanks to its bloated payroll; they got dissected while mine is predominantly intact, the only major player we moved was Simon Gagne due to his injuries not salary.
I got off track, sorry. Stage One started this afternoon, picking the dates and securing the time off from work. Somara succeeded easily which was mind boggling. Scoring a Saturday can be a Herculean effort since she supports a consumer-level product: customers for it call more often on weekends. I could only land the first half. The latter is blocked out and is being investigated as an exception. We don’t consider it a sealed deal so until I get a guarantee the remaining arrangements are on hold.
What shall we do this time out? We’re open to suggestions yet we’re are certain about the Pinball Hall of Fame, the Las Vegas Gun Store to shoot zombies, breakfast at Paris and dinner at Bellagio. It’s too early on the Rock Concert front to see what to see musically. Somara is researching a trained-cat show.
More as it happens and soon a countdown!