Apr 292013

Leavin’ on a jet plane….



I’m headed to Vegas. Not to booze it up or sit at the proverbial tables. I’m not really into that sorta thing… although, a nice cappuccino at the Keno Bar is something I enjoy.

There’s a big conference at the Tropicana that I’m attending. It’s for two days. A Joint Commission tadoo for healthcare emergency management.

I haven’t been on (or is it in?) a plane in many, many years. I think I have it figured out though. I have my shoulder bag and a duffel that is under the carry-on requirements. I really don’t want to think about baggage check. I know me… when I get off that big shiny flying machine, I will not want to trek it down to baggage claim and hope my goodies will come around the bend. Carry-on all the way… that’s the way to do it I think.

They’ve redone the Tropicana since the last time I was in Vegas. It looks like something out of an I Love Lucy stint… remember when they went to Vegas with the Mertz’s?


I really enjoy going to conferences… but… the older I get the more I hate to be away from home. I don’t know why. When did I turn into such a home-body? It happened long before the MS beast took up residence in my nervous system. I have always preferred being at home but now its different… more profound or something.

Once I arrive at the Tropicana, I don’t intend to leave until its time to return to the aero-port. And while I’m there I don’t anticipate spending anytime in casino. I think the noise and chaos would be too unsettling. Just last week in a plain ol’ restaurant the noise level was too much for my brain to process. Can you imagine what a casino would be like? Brain death for sure.

Coach is going to be a bachelor for a few days. You’d think he would be excited… he’s not. At least he says he’s not. I think he’s gotten used to me being around so it’s going to be a change for him. However, he is excited about going to bed early. He’s old like that. If he had his way, he would go to bed every night as soon as he got home from work. He’d come in, eat some fruit…walk the dog… go to bed. So I suspect that’s what he’ll be doing for a few nights while I’m way.

Being an adult is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane.

  3 Responses to “Travelin’ Sherri”

  1. Enjoy your trip!!

  2. Oh snap. Home is best. And travelling does my head in. I hope the conference is excellent and doesn’t wear you out.

  3. Safe journey. I don’t like traveling, either. I prefer home.

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