The one trip husband truly looks forward to, for SEMA. The one time he REALLY looks forward to me dragging him to Vegas, since he cares not one bit about gambling. To his credit, he does enjoy watching me enjoy it. And generally likes the sights, people watching, food, shows, OK.
Plan: fly out Sunday, SEMA starts Tuesday, six nights, home Saturday.
The Thursday before, he comes down with the not-flu--sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever so you [can't] rest...medicine...remember that ad, Nyquil? Saturday afternoon, after mowing grass and other heavy jobs he comes in with labored breathing plus heart flipping and flopping. Take him to ER. By the time gets to ER everything is almost all better. ER docs say they love Vegas and wish they could go with us. Blood, EKG, chest X-ray "all fine, you'll be fine to travel", they say. Like when you take your ailing vehicle into the shop and it doesn't do what it was doing before. But I'm happy. We can go. Yeah.
Surely he will be fine by Tuesday, right? plus our Vegas traveler friend coming with us. Long story short we buck up and go. After arriving he is pretty miserable Sunday, and Monday. Tuesday he makes it around APEX, the session associated with SEMA, automobile aftermarket trade show stuff. A few hours and he is done, and beyond that pretty much staying in the hotel room. 3 nights Bellagio, then 3 nights Wynn. Yes, friend and I are Strip snobs. Hate me, but please be kind and get over it.
I actually have a decent trip gambling-wise. Everything bass ackwards though. Good hits on slots, just fair on VP, lousy blackjack luck. No jackpots but good hits, come home with most of the budget. Otherwise I'm running back and forth tending to sick husband. Trying this and that OTC stuff brought from home plus whatever he sees advertised on TV that might cure him (not) and I go running to Walgreens. Friend is mostly losing, and pouting about it, until the last morning when she hits a couple grand (not all at once), then hits $1700 at the airport! She is one of those with a horseshoe up you-know-where. Wins all the time. We hate her...not really.
Friend's Host gets us access into the Wynn Tower Suites lounge where husband spends most of those three days drinking Baileys and coffee, Jack and Coke, you know those remedies that actually work. The lounge servers or whatever they call them, adore him for some reason, pamper him all day, even concoct some ginger honey something hot tea with "a splash" of something they swear will cure him. Like 'the recipe' on the Waltons. He laps it up, the attention especially. It allowed me to feel better while I gambled, of course. LOL.
We make it home and I get sicker than I've been in years. Same stuff, better now after Urgent Care visit except my right ear still hasn't opened up after the plane landed. Friend gets some of it too. Stupid...we should have cancelled.
Well, we have a trip planned for Christmas week. Hopefully we will all be better and I can post something interesting.
But ya know...I still say...a bad day in Vegas is better than a good day at the office! LOL.