Gough Thyme.
In 24 hours I'll be on the plane to Vegas.
The work is done for the week. The OOO reply is set on work email. The money's out of the bank, the laundry's done, the bag's 80% packed, I'm checked into my flight, yadda yadda. Nothing left to do but shave my balls, get a good nights sleep, drive to work, park the car, Uber to the airport and hopefully take off on time to Paradise, NV.
What's in store in Paradise? Dunno. I'm going to try to be like this chick (dude?) at Venetian in the pic above. Roll with the no-bar punches, try to stay positive, and be zen about the experience, whatever it may be. It's my choice not to delay the trip for lack of bars, so it's also my choice how I approach it. As previously stated, maybe getting out of my bars-all-day comfort zone will be a positive. Vegas without bar tops is still (mostly) Vegas, so let's keep an open mind.
So that's it then. I'll check in on the far side in a week or so.
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