There was a time when the words "Vegas Baby" would conjure up images of strip clubs with duct tape on the chairs, casinos, 7-11 stores with puke all over, and my ex not telling me he was going....(wait that's another story), and wedding chapels.
Not today...
CG JUST got back from Germany we spend a total of 5 hours together, and his damn job sends him off to Vegas. Now I wish MY boss would send ME off to Vegas. I am sure there is some packing material convention, or maybe "How to train a mover to not throw a washing machine off a walk board" convention? I don't know but I am willing to find out.
CG gets sent to Vegas for two days of training and he is complaining. I know he is going to miss me and all...Maybe even miss me enough to weep...However it's VEGAS!!!! OK Now I adore CG, I really really...Ok maybe just a little...Do, but if someone were to send me to Vegas for a couple of days I don't think I would be all sad about it.
Since his Germany trip was cut short, he didn't get to bring me a present. You know if he were a wise man, he would bring me something from Vegas to make up for it!
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