I was all set, and fairly amped, to hit Vegas again this week. I had 4 nights booked at Aria. I was ready to spend some quality time at the pool, and get down on some football props. But then life got in the way.
The proverbial shit has been hitting the fan at the office, and I just don't think I can take 3 days off this week. Unless a man is willing to live in a cardboard box (and who the f*ck would do that?), sometimes you just have to suck it up and get the job done.
Notwithstanding this, in effort to turn lemons into lemonade, I'll be spending the weekend at the beautiful Jersey shore. Yes, back to AC. Harrah's still wants $1,200 for a room. But, fortunately, I still have plenty of sweet, sweet SPG points banked, so I'll be free-rolling a suite at the Sheraton. This will also free me of the Caesars' shackles, and allow me to gamble where ever I want (i.e., Borgata / Revel). Hell, I may even spend afternoons at the beach . . .
This past weekend was more of the same -- two afternoons at the pool, and an afternoon game at Camden Yards Saturday, followed by dinner at Ruths' Chris (which put a fairly large dent in my "roll" . . .). I even ran into the world's greatest Olympian and poker player extraordinaire on the beer line at the Yard:
My clutch Saturday was, however, offset by my Sunday. To paraphrase Will Farrell: "Pretty nice little Sunday, going to go to the Home Depot, buy some cabinets . . . maybe look at a little flooring . . ." Yes, after a series of preliminary appointments, my condo renovation is in full swing. Appliances purchased and full kitchen redesign being worked out. Along with new floors. I'm really not sure I'm ready for this process. I'm also not sure I really have a choice, particularly now that the train has left the station . . .