Vegas

Yet another plane and another glass of wine finds me in the land of the free and the home of the brave. I am flying to a latitude and longitude that will hopefully help me forget what's on my mind for about 2 and a half days. Flying away from the coast, I quickly forget about the unemployment that hangs over my head. I forget about the two Davids that compete for a title that may win them a lifetime of fame. I forget about the fact that he hasn't called in two days. I forget the damage I did on my visa at Nordstrom today. I forget how scared I am to forget that mouse in the East.

Maybe I could win something? Maybe I could undo the damage from Nordies? Maybe I could meet the man of my dreams? Maybe I will get sun burned. Maybe I am procrastinating the inevitable?

We all make our own personal journeys to this mecca of lights and temptation. For me, it is an ever so brief visit with good friends and a chance to brush shoulders with lady luck. As my nearly empty plane prepares for a landing, I realize how happy I am. I am so happy to be seeing my friends. I am so happy to be heading to Vegas, even in this crazy heat. I am happy I sprang this bit of money to make this trip. I am happy period. And all in all, I think that says a lot. -M