Vegas, Baby... VEGAS!!!

Around the “Rez,” it’s one of those European kind of days. You know, the kind where it’s cloudy, drizzling (and no, I’m not trying to talk like a rapper), and the temperature is low. Maybe it’s just me that thinks Europe is always like that. But back to the matter at hand; the weather outside this morning makes me think of a few things: 1.) I was going to play some softball this afternoon and I’m hoping it clears up a little so I can work on my shortstop skills and: B.) Guess who is taking his first ever (technically, 2nd) trip to Vegas next month?! The Jon is going to Vegas, baby! VEGAS!!! I found out on Wednesday that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, I will be there from October 19-22. This will be my first trip to Vegas since I was 17 years old when I illegally played a slot machine on a layover to Albuquerque, NM way back in 1993. That’s a story for another time though. So I’m sure that the Vegas gambling lords want their illegally obtained $5 back that I won. Being that I’ve been sober for so long, most think that’s when I’m going to fall of the wagon. But, I beg to differ. I’ve gone without the stuff for so long I don’t even want to think about having a drink. The disappointment would be unbearable… to me. I didn’t give up my habit for anyone else. It’s all for me! Besides, after 29 years, 7 months, and 12 days (I’M ALMOST 30!!!) who knows me better than me? As I’m slowly and disappointingly finding out… nobody. Now I’m depressed. VEGAS, BABY!!! VEGAS!!! Now I’m not. I can just imagine how my trip is going to go. Come to think of it, I can’t. I should make up an agenda before I go. Hmm… that’s a brilliant idea. Brilliant! So that’s what I’ll do over my upcoming lunch hour. I’m hungry. All right, man… I’m outta here for now.