A few weeks back I had to go to Las Vegas for a work function. I’m not a terribly huge fan of Vegas, and this conference wasn’t exciting me much. I arrived Sunday night, and had meetings and crap until my flight home on Friday. Wednesday Amy, my wife, emails me and tells me that she and our friend Carrie are flying out Friday and we’re all staying through the weekend. I’m not thrilled by this, but reluctantly shift my flight to Sunday.
Friday arrives, I check out of the hotel I was at for the conference and kill some time until Amy calls me and tells me they’ve landed, I give her the room number (she booked us into the Venetian) and head upstairs to wait. Eventually, I hear a knock on the door and it’s Amy and Carrie.
Carrie says hello, and immediately dashes for the bathroom. Wife pulls me aside and quietly tells me that Carrie and Tony split up last weekend, and that Carrie stayed at our house the entire week. My wife thought it would be good to bring Carrie to Vegas to blow off some steam.