I rush down the hall to the elevator, late as usual for getting myself downstairs to meet the husband for cocktails. We have a ritual; he gets ready first and goes down to the casino to wait for me while I get ready. I always tell him I’ll be down in 20 minutes, as I loll on the bed with my book. He knows full well he won’t see me for at least 45 minutes as he leans over to give me a peck on the cheek, and I turn another page on my book. He’s a saint.
It’s New Years Eve in Las Vegas, there are others in a rush to the party I see as I enter the casino area of the hotel.
But, hey, once you’re there, you’re there is my motto.
Time to enjoy the scene, the people, and the music
Strangers in the night. And the dance floor waits