I have you beat. Just 12 weeks from today. Nov.18th. Just think, seven whole days of bliss. 12 weeks to plan every single minute of that perfect week. Then as usual, as soon as we get off the plane, all the plans go to shit and I do another all nighter. Screwing up the whole next day. THEN, the plans go back into play. Just have to get it out of my system and win my upcomming weeks gambling money. I have already checked, my machines and tables are waiting for me. And so is my right off the plane hot dog and heineken....... My wife has other plans, the day at the spa, whirl pool and massage and then a nice dinner. Hopefully I will still be awake by then.
John from Penna.........