Folks, Captain Edward Smith knowingly navigating that large boat into a cluster of icebergs was a bad idea. Meg Ryan visiting the local plastic surgeons, bad idea. Legendary Francis Ford Coppola directing ‘Peggy Sue Got Married’, really bad idea. Iron Maiden deciding Blaze Bayley would/could replace Bruce Dickinson (albeit for a brief period), extremely sh_tty idea. The San Francisco 49ers and their decision to draft one Alex Smith over The Chico Kid (Aaron Rodgers), very bad. I can’t help but think I’m about to join this exclusive club of idiots. I have a two week window in between homes. The idea sparked in my lemon-size brain that I’ll just spend the bulk of that time in God’s Country (Clark County, USA). One of the deciding factors was that the hotel rooms there have really nice desks / work spaces. Another factor was that alcohol and casino gaming is extremely convenient while occupying these hotel rooms. Since this wasn’t necessarily a planned trip (The idea was not to return until latter October), I’m really focusing on going through my normal daily routine of simply working fourteen hours a day. The work is always there, so that’s a good thing. The problem is that when you have Las Vegas outside your window as opposed to the Blue Ridge Mountain Range, it can get relatively easy to get sidetracked. Very rarely (i.e. ‘never’) do I walk outside in Virginia and see half a dozen scantily clad 23 year old vixens stumbling down the street sauced to the gills while sipping a strawberry daiquiri. This hypothetical alone helped me make this decision. We’ll see how it goes, but I’m bringing my normal five day bankroll ($4 K) for my two week trek. I have two nights comped and a $100 resort cred at Mandalay before I move up to Treasure Island for two nights (don’t ask me why I chose T.I….I haven’t stayed there in a dozen years). I’ll take a brief, three day intermission to fly to Colorado to see my bestest buddies and big toes back in the college stomping grounds of Fort Collins. I’ll be taking this opportunity to personally monitor the progress of our new on-campus / state of the art football stadium, which will soon be hoisting up numerous NCAA D1 Football Championship flags. Then back to Vegas with five nights at The Signature (they have a kitchen and very nice desks…so I could legitimately barricade myself in there for 120 hours). Head North to the El Cortez for the final four nights. Only set plans are watching the season finale of The Bachelorette with a box of Kleenex on MON 8/1, going to see Melvins downtown at Backstage Bar & Billiards on WED 8/3, as well as my main man Kurt Vile at Brooklyn Bowl my final night 8/15. I honestly don’t know what type of trip report this is going to be…or if it’s even sustainable. If I show the discipline of the adult I am, it probably will be discontinued simply because I’m working the bulk of the time. Of course, if I have zero regard for that discipline because I’m a drunk buffoon and that lure of all of the monolithic castles just outside, there…………………………?