Robby and I went to Wendover on Thursday night and had a nice time playing some tables, having drinks and watching the Jazz game. The dealers were awesome and we had an especially fun time hanging out at the Pai Gow poker table. Such a crazy game...so much pushing. No kidding, we sat at that table for 2 hours on something like $50. Good times.
And of course it wouldn't be proper to have vacation time without illness. I'm almost starting to dread vacation time...how has this happened to me? Two days into our time off Robby came down with what seemed like death on Friday night and all through Saturday. On Sunday he went to instacare and it was official...strep throat. He got a shot of penicillin and a prescription for antibiotics and we were on our way to get him a milkshake when Jackie called. Yep, the awful truth...Jackie was sick too! Good grief. We ushered her off to instacare right away just knowing the verdict. The Morehead family was droppin' like flies. It pays to be a Celic! :) Strep throat lurking in your bed puts the fear of God in you, I tell ya! I thought I would get it just from worrying I would get it. Self fulfilling prophecy and all. So far I have dogged that bullet, but I'm not holding my breath.
Sooo, yeah. We had fun while we could and the time off was by no means a total loss, just not how I planned it in my little pea-brain that thinks things will go the way I plan. I'm a bit slow to shift my outlook when things don't go as planned, but I'm learning to say 'this sucks ass and now I need to readjust my expectations.' It's definitely one of my life lessons. Readjust baby, readjust.