life according to me

life according to me

I’m off to see the wizard.

Las Vegas Sign  Not one to have a fit and leave the room, I thought I’d let you know that we’ll be off to the land of Lost Wages for a few days.  It’s how we have celebrated the culmination of big deadlines for years. It sort of snuck sneaked up on me.

This will be the first year I’ve gone with no deadline or pressure in sight.  Like…this is a bad thing?  I honestly don’t know what to expect being in a place I’ve been in so many times over the years without needing to decompress. Um…par-tay?

I’m not interested in lounging by the pool with all the sun and water I enjoyed this past summer.  Although it is rather special ordering cool beverages on the room card from waiters who glide by from time to time.

I have no reason to dawdle at the spectacular shopping mall, because I have a closet full of clothes and shoes that don’t get much wear with what I’ve been doing.  E-Bay could be in the works.

But it will be very nice to be with the MoH — something I always enjoy.

Perhaps we may dance.

Um…no.  What was I thinking?  We wouldn’t exactly fit in with those cavorting, writhing bodies on the floor.  That would be dance floor.

Watching the fountains in front of the Bellagio is more our speed.  Or watching all the giant screens in Caesar’s sportsbook.  Eating at ESPNzone at New York, New York.  Riding that coaster.

Okay.  What about room service?

In Las Vegas?  I’m kidding.

Great food?  Absolutely.  Las Vegas doesn’t have to be the land of cheap midnight buffets any longer, but we’ve been there, and done that, too.  The Golden Nugget used to have the Late, Great Steak dinner for $1.99.  It was incredible if you don’t mind eating a steak after midnight.

A show?  We’ve seen excellent shows, so what could be next?

Spamalot?  La Reve?  Mama Mia?  We haven’t decided.

Paris Las Vegas  But I will most assuredly be parked on a stool at Paris, spending my nickels and pennies, mesmerized by the digital cards I’m dealt, wondering if maybe, just maybe…

I could be Warren Buffet on a $2.50 bet.

I’ve done it before…put in a few nickels and seen the results of a royal flush.  And then a hand later, another.

Okay, so not quite Warren Buffet, but still. Impressive, don’t you think?

See you on Monday.

*serious air kissing ensues…*



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