So I've just been kind of surfing this evening, as time creeps by borne on the back of a tortoise. Many pre-Vegas posts and much excitement mixed with some trepidation out there in blogland. I'm damned excited to see my December pals - some whom I didn't really even spend time with in December but with who, since then, I've bandied words and gotten to know a bit. In December the average number of this wacky conglomeration was around 30. This time around we've grown at least 3 big bets. My anxiety level rises just worrying about getting lost in the crowd. Those of you I have yet to meet - well how many ways can you say "excited?" I have nothing original here, folks.
My itinerary? Sheesh - arrive Thursday, leave Sunday... ah yes - the Aladdin tourney and the post tourney ACHE... and storming the castle... Of course I have every intention of making these appointments - but, hey, it is Vegas after all... not going to say a word more... I'm riding the tide.
Vegas.
Baby.
