The Sidekick left for the Home Office today.
My envy knows no bounds.
It was about six years ago that He and I went East to visit friends. A simple trip that became a Life Experience. The Memories of drinks and laughter are ones that I recall fondly.
Waking in the Vinyl Lounge with a throbbing headache each day, tasting the beer and cigarettes from the night before. (Yes, that's a good memory.) The drive out to Bobcaygeon, the day in the T-Dot, and touring the "Ghetto" of Ontario.
He's got a condensed trip out there, but I still envy him.
Hopefully I'll just take his money in Poker when he gets back. (That'll show him.)