I Don't Have To Get Ready. I Stay Ready.

That's me, in that pic.

Me in 3 days. Building in a little 2020 delay time (because nothing goes to plan in 2020), I should be on the ground and either at or on the way to The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas in 60 hours.

In that 60 hours I'm going to try to sleep a lot, work one on site shift tomorrow, a bullshit training day at home Friday then sleep in and catch an Uber to SFO for my 4:30p flight Saturday. I drop off the car in the work garage tomorrow, so no worries there. As stated my packing is 80% done, just need to throw the polos and a few toiletry items in the bag Saturday and I'm packed. The new little dopp kit bag I bought is going to be great. Should have bought one years ago, it's one of those essential "guy" things I never got around to til now. It'll keep everything much more organized.

The ca$h is out of the bank and safely stowed in the carry-on. All according to plan there, plenty of cash for the gambling/tipping/taxi'ing and more than enough on the CC for food, drink and whatever other things need buying. Condoms I hope. Still will have at very least a nice down payment on the August trip in the bank when I get back. I've laid off the booze this week as planned, to give my liver a small respite before, well, you know what happens next week. Weather looks to be great too, not even cracking 90 until Wednesday and no rain likely. For a week in June I'll take the hell out of that.

So yeah, ready.

It all came together in a flash, this trip. From having no clue literally last week if this thing was a go to being on the ground at my favorite resort in the space of 10 days. All the booking and cancelling and rebooking is done, now it's time to sink my teeth into a long denied, well deserved vacation. I don't usually call my trips vacations, because my normal life isn't so bad that I feel like I need to take a vacation from it. In normal circumstances they're more like the icing on the cake. The reward for having my shit together after years and years of...not. 

This one though is a fucking Vacation with a capital V. It's longer than a normal run-of-the-mill mid year trip, in a nicer resort, and far more needed from a "keeping one's sanity" aspect. If all this trip was going to be was getting out of my fucking hobbit hole that I've been stuck in since March and sleeping in a different bed in a different state and getting room service, that would have been enough. The fact that for all intents it looks like Vegas is going to try to be as Vegas as it can will be a fucking bonus baby.

So that about shears this sheep. Maybe one quick check in here before go time then...it's go time.