Vegas Single-o

Yes, its official. Tomorrow I'm on my way to Vegas. This trip will be a little different as I will be doing Vegas on my own.

A la carte.

Solo.

Single Flush.

Every year there is a grommet symposium and hob-nob somewhere in North American. And the twits who run the size 8 grommet line at North American (someday to be Royal Canadian) Veeblefetzer, where I work, had decided that I would get the short straw.

The big sympo was to be held at Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump again this year and as usual, nobody wanted to represent North American. Maybe it's because of the endless grommet lectures, the trade show full of booths displaying new grommet compounds and grommet press waxes and things. Or maybe it's because of the more boring activities that occur at the Sympo.

So anyway, like I said, completely against my will, and frankly, because the boss is kinda pissed at me right now, I got chosen. It was completely unfair, and I was pissed.

I'd rather get a triple colonoscopy than endure another one of these horrid meetings.

Well guess what.

Due to a late outbreak of Giardiasis (Beaver Fever, which doesn't sound that bad to me) in Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump, the symposium along with all its grommet compound vendors has been moved.

Moved to LAS VEGAS.

Oh yeah! In your face boss, in your face.

So I'm gettin' packed up and leaving tomorrow on the noon Grumm-craft Aero-Spatiale Beecherfokker 2-4-D flight out of Flusherville.

See you in Sin City.

R.F.