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Ignoring all that is wise and sane, we've decided to take another trip
out to Vegas. Supposedly, the trip is to my 40th birthday, but that's
just an excuse to go blow our tax rebate check and at least half of our
winter heating bill money. Hey, we're trying to help the economy, okay?
Anyway, our four-day five-night, uh, "weekend"
in Vegas has provided us with an opportunity to settle our annual Arnold
Household March Madness Bracket bet. Every year we fill out our
brackets, compare them out loud, and then trash talk for three weeks
until one of us has been pounded into submission. Of course, to make it
more interesting we always make some silly non-monetary wage.
So this year's bet is as follows: Every morning
we're in Vegas the loser has to go downstairs to the little breakfast
cafe at the Excalibur and bring back breakfast and coffee for the
winner. Now that may not sound like much, but considering our supreme
penchant for ultra-laziness, it's real big for us. On past Vegas trips
we've had some fairly intense I-Got-The-Coffee-Yesterday-Morning battles. The
Pretending Your Still Asleep Ploy and the 45-Minute Shower Trick are pretty
much played out, so this bet is aces.
And what do I think of my chances of winning
this bet? Well, let me put it this way: Beth has Pitt and Vanderbilt in
her Final Four--and has Pitt advancing to the championship game.
Yep, she sure does.
Thursday will be chicken fried steak and eggs,
Friday will be Eggs Benedict, Saturday will be corned beef hash and
eggs, and Sunday will be a replay of whatever I enjoyed the most out of
those three wonderful-sounding hand-delivered breakfasts. |
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