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.