Now it’s waiting time. 6.5 hours to go until race time. I woke up at 5:30 a.m. after a 1:00 a.m. bedtime. Definitely not enough sleep. I am not a spring chicken anymore. I am a winter sloth. Lack of sleep, exposure to endless amounts of cigarette smoke and dirty martinis make me look older than I usually look.
I woke up early worrying about my dog Lucky who is really sick. I took him to the vet because of his leg issue that I posted about earlier this week. They put him on some meds that made him very ill. Ken has spent the past two days cleaning up puke and other bodily fluid. I know he will be fine once his little system is flushed, but for now the poor old thing suffers.
This morning I’m doing a bunch of this:
The only good thing I can say about myself in this picture is that I have good posture.
I keep looking outside to see how windy it is.
It’s not that cold here in Vegas (50s) but the wind is wicked. I am going to cozy up to the other 1,000 people in my corral tonight in a way that is inappropriate and awkward. So, if you are in corral #4, consider yourself warned.
Moving backwards. Last night we headed to Mandalay Bay for the blogger meet up. Erika kept calling it a “mixer” and I had to remind her a “mixer” was something the Cleavers went to back in the sixties. The mixer actually was really fun. I finally got to meet a bunch of favorite bloggers in person.
Jason and his wife, Karen, were there too. They skipped out early because Jason thinks you need to sleep and hydrate for a BQ attempt. Ridiculous.
Afterwards we played some blackjack and once again I walked away a winner. Just about $100, but I’ll take it. I’ve never been to Vegas around Christmas time. It’s actually really fun and festive. There are tons of balls and I like that