El Borracho! Halloween couldn’t come sooner!

We had been Twenty-Five days in a Bumble Bee yellow, Ford Focus.

We had gone from Santa Monica, Ca. to New Orleans, La. and back through St. Louis onto Aspen, Co.

Now we Headed South into Las Vegas for the last weekend of the trip.

Everything was planned to a T. We stopped and bought a case of beer and snacks to load the room. Next stop The Venetian. Our favorite place on Earth. We needed this.

The room was incredible. It was a gift from Megan’s mom.

We unpacked, and Megan took a shower while I got the groceries from the car. I thought it would be a nice gesture if I went ahead and put everything away. I put the Clothes in the closet and the snacks on the buffet. I even took all of the drinks out of the Mini-Fridge and replaced them with our much more important Bud Lights.

Just as I was getting ready to put the content of the Mini-Fridge Megan walks out of the Bathroom in the Bathrobe Drying her hair with a towel. I will never forget; because I had never seen anyone go through that many emotions all at once.

She started at confusion, just trying to put the clues of thirty-four items; both beverage and candy alike, strewn across the floor. then it all came together for her. I said “I put the beer away,” confidently.  I was awaiting my praise when I i noticed Megan go into a rage. She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “NO! No, you did not do that.” I replied “What? There was just enough room in there.” She informed me that they were on sensors and immediately billed on the card at the front desk. Megans’ Moms’ Card she reminded me, and at the same time I think she reminded herself; because, I saw her now fall into a shocking state of sadness. Her shoulders were now even with her waist. I ran to the phone and with one fail swoop I am on the phone with house keeping. “Uh, yeah; I was looking through the fridge and I picked up all the bottles to check if they were cold-could you check and see if my card was billed?… Oh, uh; Peggy Goldkamp… Yes…Oh….Ok, so if you don’t have them off the sensors for more than five seconds it doesn’t register? Hmmm. OK-well. Thanks. Ok.  I love you, bye.” I threw my shoulder out of socket just fist pumping in celebration. Megan about passed out. I don’t think the Incredible Hulk could have thrown weight off his shoulders faster.

The game was on. We set up a two person opperation that could have stolen the pride of Lugash. I would import and export from the mini fridge; restoring both the natives and peace. Megan was handy on the prep work placing Bud Lights in the box and juices and sodas in my hands. All set to a timer. Professional.

We did not even gamble at all that weekend; because there was no way we were going to get luckier than that.