Tomorrow I am going to the fakest place on Earth. It should be interesting. 

Today, inside the normal envelope that holds my paycheck was boarding passes and hotel information for Las Vegas and $300 cash money. My boss rocks. 

He had been wanting to do a company trip. One of those “Team Building” bullshit things. He knows it’s not team building. Our company is six people large and the sixth one has only been with us for maybe two months. He just wants an excuse to reward us and take advantage of having a slow period (something we haven’t had for two years). 

When we first started talking about this, he was talking about going to New York. I’ve never been to New York, but I was nervous when he mentioned it, because I have so many people I need to visit there that I’d feel guilty about going to the city and not seeing them. Conversely, I’d feel guilty about ditching my work crew to go visit the folks I love and rarely get to see. After we spent some time debating it and trying to find a weekend that was good for everyone, it was already Fall, and I have issues with being cold, so we started looking South. 

Brett and I pitched Belize or somewhere in the Caribbean, but since I’m the only one who has a valid passport, the plan never got off the ground.Brian was wanting to get this trip done quickly, I think. 

So, here we are. My flight is in five and half hours and I can’t sleep. It’s not that I’m particularly excited, it’s just that he scheduled an early flight and I’m not used to going to bed before midnight thirty. We’ll have a ball. I don’t even gamble and I don’t have the requisite briefcase, but it will be fun all the same. Hell, it’s an all-expenses paid trip. How can that be bad?