Trips in the early days were pretty meagre affairs. We didn't have much dough and our understanding of how to work the comp system was marginal to non-existent and... it was great. Wonderful.
Still, I resented sweating every penny and not being able to do all the things we wanted to do.
We'd talk about the day when burdens would be lifted off our shoulders, when we could do Vegas in the way we wanted without strain or worry. Someday, we'd have one hell of a trip. And this trip would be called The Victory Trip.
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