Yes, it’s true. We haven’t even completely unpacked from Milwaukee, and now I have re-packed another bag to leave this home again. Packing this time was pretty easy, though, after two hours at Kohls and Payless buying a few new things. On sale. I’m a total sucker for those 70%-off racks of clothes interspersed with all the regular racks. The funny part is, as I told James, I still feel bad for spending the money that I did spend. Even though I needed business clothing. Even though I got amazing bargains. I mean, who besides me will get two pairs of shoes for under $30 and know that I won’t really need any new ones for at least a couple of years?

I actually tried on all my clothes this time, before buying anything, because sometimes when I don’t try things on (except at Old Navy, where I buy the same exact style and size every time), I get home and things don’t fit, and I forget to take those things back, effectively throwing away that $5-$7 it cost (on sale).

This weekend will be my first time in Las Vegas, and I really wish that James could have come along (because I always have more fun when he’s around). Anyway, when I mentioned my trip, which is mainly a sales convention, to a classmate of mine, he got this look in his eye and asked me if I had ever been to a sales convention before. Apparently, salespeople drink even more than poets, which means that I should be in for a fun time. Of course, this weekend, I will make sure to bring my friend the agua with me on whatever boozy adventures I happen to have. Don’t want to repeat last Sunday. No. Not when I have to go to “trainings” in the mornings.

I’m not sure how much I’ll enjoy the whole Vegas thing, mainly because I’m not a really a gambler, though I know when to hold ‘em, when to fold ‘em, when to walk away, and of course, when to run. When we were in New Orleans several years ago, I stuck a few quarters into a slot machine, and stopped after about a buck twenty-five because I couldn’t bring myself to keep on throwing away my laundry money just to tug a lever and watch those sevens mock me. And card games make me nervous, even when there’s nothing at stake. And I have no idea what craps is all about, except that you want to get sevens or elevens, but I don’t know if that’s good for the shooter or the better or both or maybe it depends on the bet, but there’s some kind of etiquette involved there, too. I might try my hand at roulette, but mostly, I’ll probably be perfectly happy with nickel slots and free drinks. We’ll see what happens. Anyone want me to play their lucky number on something? Call or text message me and let me know.

Well, I’m off. I’ll be back with a recap (and maybe even some pictures) on Sunday. After sleeping off a little bit of the jet lag from the redeye flight, of course.