Lisa and I have been together for seven years. We've done some amazing things in that time, adventures big and small. But, as we realized with some amazement a couple months ago, we have never taken a grown-up trip together... alone. No kids. No family. No friends. No dogs.
So, economic downturn, economic realities, economic fears... economic anything be damned. We're on the first plane out of Seattle tomorrow, bound for the city of lights.
And we will not behave like responsible, hard-working parents of three.
I know, I know... Vegas is the epitomy of cheez. Trust that we have laid plans to maximize its cheeziness. We will call Excalibur home. We will dress up like a lord and a lady (as long as you can do that in t-shirts and jeans) for the Tournament of Kings Dinner, where we will eat with our bare hands.
And buffet. We will destroy the motherfather buffet.
There are other things we'll do. But you don't get to know about those. Because what happens in... awe hell, you know the rest.
To my bestest cousin Sara - thanks for watching one of our lil' turkeys. We love you! Feed her energy drinks and ramen... all should be well.