I’ve actually dreaded tonight for the past 2 months, because of this conversation prohibiting my going out of town Friday. The one where I got dressed down in front of 2 of my peers by a little man who seems to lack authority in real life, so he must exert tremendous amounts of it in his part-time job. I’ve tried to predict what the worst case scenario and punishment might be (it’s not technically AWOL) and how it could affect our family, and I think I’ve decided to board my flight, because I just got an email from Delta saying I’m being bumped to 1st class, which pretty much tells me God is sending a sign that I should attend the Dad 2.0 Summit. However, I’ll need to fly out Friday night to attend regular drill weekend Saturday and Sunday. So, this will be my shortest stint at a blogging conference ever. But, Amy‘s moved our karaoke reservation from Friday to Thursday at my special request, and Andy‘s agreed to share his complimentary room (for being a finalist in a cooking contest or something), and I hate to take a shit on gifts the Universe offers like that, and so I more than likely won’t.
All that being said, however, it’ll ultimately be a game time decision made right before I head to the airport. Or don’t. We’ll see. The flight is at 1:40, so I figure I must decide by noon whether to leave the office and head to the airport. And if Saturday and Sunday are Hell because of the anger and retaliation I face for skipping Friday’s activities, the great news is that Mardi Gras is next week. And if ever there is a time of zero dread, it’s Mardi Gras. Bring it.
I’ll meet you at the bar. Hope you don’t get busted down to Major for this!
Bring. It. On.
I’ll be waiting with Andy, microphone and playlist in hand.
Muskrat! You’ve got more interesting decisions to make than I. Mine are more like, should I stay up and have me time now that the kids are down. (I know, nail biter).
Have a safe trip and please let me know how it is. I hope to attend one year.
The Cheeky Daddy
Life is a series of calculated risks. Screw the math and have some fun.
I agree. Thanks!
I fear the repercussions. And by that, I mean the photos of you singing Journey while some *other* woman worships you like a rock god. THAT’S MY JOB, DAMMIT!
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