What Happens There Is Going To Come Back

I'm off to Vegas for another run with the mystery show. Leave in the morning (morning, ha, less than eight hours from now I need to be on the van) and don't come back until late Thursday.

Should be an easy trip. Drive, eat, act, drink, sleep, eat, drive, home.

It is the group that is going to Bosnia in a couple of weeks, so we will see how we do on the road together. I think we will be fine, but it is funny how some people just get different.

Otherwise, nothin else a cookin.

Right when I get back. Yeah, write.