New Year's Eve, Eve
Here I sit, on a day of vacation before my vacation. I'm all packed for my vacation with two of my best friends. I'm going to be heading in to town in a little bit to pick up those last minute things at the store - my natural antidepressant, mascara, hit the gym, go to the bank, search for a all inclusive wallet, and a cup of coffee.
I'm excited for this trip to Las Vegas for more than one reason. I get to spend time with two of my (five) best friends, I'll be experiencing new sights in a place I've not been to before, I'll get to see some sun (although it's only supposed to be 50 degrees).
This trip came about as a result of the death of our good friend, Char Schmitt. We came home from her funeral and were sitting at the IDK toasting her life - she passed away at age 56. Far too young. We got to talking about bucket lists and what we wanted to do before we died. A bit morbid, I know. But as we had just witnessed, tomorrow is never promised - it's a gift.
Well, needless to say, the topic turned to trips, trips together, and voila! A trip to Las Vegas was born. (Thank you Vickie K. for your bucket list!). And....I'm sure that Char had a hand in it too! (Miss you, Char!).
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