3, 2, 1… takeoff!

Alrighty guys, I’m about to head out for Vegas. I’m excited about the ride, but honestly I’m not too excited because I’m going by myself.

Yes, that’s right, even the folks on this side of the rockies didn’t want to go (except for one of my friends PGT, and I haven’t heard back if he’s coming for sure or not). I wish I weren’t but I feel bitter about this… I feel like had I been a different person I would have been able to generate interest in the idea of a trip to Vegas among my peers over here. Just because I don’t go to clubs or whatever over here doesn’t make me an un-fun person, I just do different things for recreation.

But you know what, I can’t really dwell on that. I’m not going to not take a vacation because other people won’t go… I’ve been hoarding my leave days for that reason and I really just need to get over my fear of being a lone wolf. It’s something that I have to accept for the time being, and something I have to work on in the future, but as of this moment I guess no one wants to hang out with me–whether or not I’m okay with that is irrelevant.

Well I better get ready. It’s almost 4:30 and I haven’t even started getting ready yet, and I’m trying to leave by 5. I’ll see if I can do a travel log or something while I’m on the road, but if not, see you on Tuesday.