Patience has never been my strong suit. I like to know what is going on. I like knowing the who, what, where, when, why and how, which probably explains why journalism appealed to me in college.
Don’t get me wrong - I like surprises, and regardless of what past blogs have said, I can keep a secret. But I don’t like uncertainty. So I am trying very hard with this Vegas trip to not be the annoying over-planner. I don’t have to plan out every second of my day when I travel, but I do like knowing the basics. And I am proud to say I have not called Mr. I-Had-A-Bad-Day-So-I-Quit-Blogging-Forever once yet about logistics. Do I pack a sleeping bag because there will be 47 people sleeping in one bedroom? Who knows? I’ve got plenty of room in my bag so I’ll throw on in there just in case. Do I owe someone money for fake Price Is Right tickets or are we getting them there? Who knows? I am sure someone will ask me for money if I owe them. And I am pretty sure no one besides me would buy tickets in advance anyway. When I get off the plane am I going to hop in a cab or take a shuttle to the strip? How many people are actually going to be there and what the hell am I going to talk to them about? I am going to have to get really drunk for that one because I am not a huge fan of being the one infiltrator in a group of BFF’s.
All that aside, I am starting to get really excited about going. I was trying not to get excited about this trip because when I am excited about something, it usually ends up disappointing me. But I am so ready for a vacation. Getting the hell out of DC, even for a weekend, is definitely in order. And who knows what will happen? That’s part of the appeal of this trip. Blowing off some steam and not knowing what's going to happen. I can't fucking wait.