It’s vacation time — a full five days off from work. Incredible!

Tomorrow morning, at some horrendous hour, Prairie’s sister is driving us to the airport where — after the requisite two-hour wait, mile-long back-and-forth line up to the security checkpoint, body cavity search, and so on — we’ll board a plane to fly down to Las Vegas for three days with Xebeth! She’s quite familiar with Vegas, so she’s got a full slate of entertainments lined up for us…most of which she’s determined not to tell us about until we’re there. All I know for sure is that we’re going to be staying at the Stratosphere, seeing one of the typical Vegas shows (the only criteria being “whichever one has the most breasts”), and apparently at some point parking me outside of the M&M’s store and not letting me go in until I whimper (or something like that).

We’ll be returning to Seattle late Saturday night (or early Sunday morning, technically), after which work was kind enough to give me two days off. Apparently, they’re expecting two days of recovery for every three days in Vegas. From some of the stories I’ve heard — and given that it’ll be just me with two gorgeous women — they may be right! ;)

Pictures, of course, will be posted all a-plenty after we get back. For now, I’m off to eat and pack (or, more likely, continue procrastinating until the very last moment, then pack).

As some barely-known, two-bit hack of an entertainer once said…Viva Las Vegas!

iTunes “Land Of 1000 Dances” by Wilson Pickett from the album Forrest Gump (Disc 1) (1966, 2:26).

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