The Plan, 4/2017.
Can't believe I'm even doing a "plan" post for this trip. All told I'll only be IN Vegas for a little over 40 hours. Minus two (short) sleeps and the time to/from planes and it's really just a full day, time-wise, of waking Vegas.
SO, here's the plan: Nada. Nothing. No plan. I will get in to town, cab to the Flaming-Go, get up to my room, shower, change clothes and from that point on it's go time. There will be drinking. There will be eating. There will be ogling of girls. There will be...I don't fucking know what there will be, because I have no plan. Not going to get bogged down with any preconceived notions when there's so little time.
I have a vague thought that I might try to slip into STK at the Cosmo for the birthday dinner but if I'm not in the neighborhood, there are plenty of steakhouses in Vegas I can end up in. Or maybe I'll eat at fucking Taco Bell. It's my fucking birthday, fuck you. Oh, yes, there will also be swearing.
It was probably ill-advised and reckless, but I AM happy I booked it, though. This is likely to be one of those times you'll look back on when the respirator is the only thing keeping you alive, and say "damn, that was a good birthd- *HACK HACK COUGH DIE*". As I saw in a doc I watched last night, and now it's my new motto (as long as I remember it), "you have to live the dash". The "dash" being the dash between your birth date and your death date on your tombstone. Ergo your life is the dash.
11 days to my birthday Dash Day.
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