What began as a blurb in my Christmas card from Hoser finally became a full-blown plan. A mini-Marquette reunion. It’s more like a Hoserpalooza due to this being more his circle of friends, I represent the Marquette element. This isn’t a dig, I like José Cuervo (not to be mistaken for the tequila) and Glenn so we’ll be having fun. I think it’s JC’s first time to Sin City too. We will make sure he gets the proper initiation.
The trip will be a half week, thus I won’t be using the timeshare; it’s reserved mostly for Somara and me. It would’ve been nice but the others found solid deals via those travel websites. I stuck with a Southwest package because I wanted a non-stop flight, no gouging over my suitcase and I plan to die of old age, not the lead news story of yet another jet crashing thanks to cutting corners.
I blame giving in on the hot tub at the YMCA.
It’s going to be great. We wish Nelson could join us. He made other, more important arrangements. Paul? Oddly, he doesn’t care for gambling which I find funny give his encyclopedic knowledge of sports. Phil? I’ve seen that episode of Mac’s big mouth on It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, besides, one ass-kicking received at Real Chili is enough for my lifetime.
The traditional countdown won’t be posted until my Austin anniversary is achieved.