Blue Man Poo

Well, despite our best laid plans, it appears our wishes to see the Blue Man Group in Vegas are shot. We have learned that they are leaving their current home at the Luxor and moving to the Venetian. Of course there is a transition period...which coincides with our stay in Vegas. They stop performing on the 15th, we'll be there on the 18th. Terrific. The good news is that I am taking it harder than Ainsley is. Actually much harder. I was really wanting to see the show. We should have known that once we got a good deal on the room rate for these days that something else would give. I mean the laws of nature and economics (aren't they the same?) state that things must equilibrate. Cheap room...no show. Or better yet, cheaper room...more expensive show.

Every vacation we have ever taken I have always been cheap; I opt not to do things, choose a bad seat, don't buy souvenirs and so on. Everyone one of these trips ends up the same. I get home and kick myself and beat myself over the head with a club of regret. I should have done this, I will never find another one of *those* again, that would have fun. I have told myself that I wasn't going to do that this trip. Yet as I search for a new show I find these old habits are hard to break. I kid myself that it all makes a difference with the quality of the trip, when I know in reality the trip itself and spending time together is the real gift. Ainsley will really just think about our time together, not the missed Blue Man Group or the partially obstructed view seats (that should read cheaper seats) for "O". What will remain is the games we make up in the car, the spur of the moment stops for a sandwich and a small hike. All of which, ironically, cost very little.