this ain’t no party. this ain’t no disco.
Tuesday, August 12th, 2008
I was supposed to fly to Vegas today.
Normally I hate Vegas. This trip would have been an exception. I’d have been there with several colleagues I like tremendously, looking at meeting space, restaurants and nightclubs as we began planning a big event for January 2009. I was so ready! It’s not every day I get to wear shorts to work, never mind shorts so reminiscent of the Von Trapp’s curtains.
