My bag arrived in Las Vegas on the morning flight from Chicago, right around the same time that the sanest person I know also needed to be picked up from the airport.
We had some fun at our casino, I gambled and lost, which is usually what happens, but I got many, many delicious free cocktails out of the deal.
Then, yesterday, as we were walking down the strip checking out the sights, I was hit with a sore throat like a brick wall. All the traveling and the hordes of people caught up with me.
So, while I know I SHOULD be getting a little work done and then galavanting about town to ring in the new year, all I am going to do is lie on the couch, drink gatorade and watch TV while I try to get some rest.
Hopefully this bad luck will eventually be balanced out by winning a big jackpot before I go back to PA.
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that's craptastic.
i hope you enjoy your couchalicious new year's eve.
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