Not 24 hours after I decide I am going to go to Vegas for the WSOP, I run into AA five times and while my car goes in for an oil change, it dies right there (fuel pump fuse) in the bay.
Undaunted, I book the flight and book my MGM room...
Not 5 hours later its announced that my daughter's recital is going to be that same weekend.
Somehow the cosmos is trying to tell me that I am dead money?
AND I am in the doghouse despite everything being outside my control. Sigh...
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No biggity -- make them move the location of her recital to the MGM Ballroom.
Now that's killing two birds with one stone right there.
My brother bought his tickets for that week last night and I will be doing the same within a day or two. Best of luck with your plans!
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