Games Married People Play

Now is probably as good a time as any to dote a little on my wife. For several weeks, she has been planning a mystery trip. The payoff weekend was this weekend. It was to be a time during which just she and I would escape to spend a little time together, just the two of us.

I have had zero clues the whole time. Nada. Nothin'. She'd told a few mutual friends, all of whom wouldn't even tell me even what county we were headed to, much less whether it was east west north or south of our permanent day to day environs in Midland. I had fewer clues than Britney has brains.

Being clueless, though, does not necessarily mean one is not without a few guesses and otherwise strong sneaking suspicions.

I even put together a fabulous little scenario, and how I figured it would all play out.

People's Exhibit 1: Karen had been to Seattle on a business trip a couple of months ago and therefore I figured she had amassed a few hundred frequent flyer miles and so wherever it was we were going must be by air.

People's Exhibit 2: Combine that solid piece of knowledge with the fact that our daughter had made a seemingly innocent remark -- "Get ready for your LOOOONG car trip, Dad" -- and that only added to the reality of an airplane trip in my future.

People's Exhibit 3: Karen had told me a couple of weeks ago that it was OK if I took my iPod with me but I could not take my Bose docking speakers. That of course meant it was because they wouldn't fit on an airplane.

People's Exhibit 4: To wrap everything all up in a neat and tidy package with zero mystery, Karen said late last week before we left,"We need cash."

It was quite obvious to me: We were going to Vegas. There was really no question about it. Frequent flyer miles. No Bose speakers. A "LOOOONG" drive, and cash. Where else COULD it be? Neither of us have ever been to Vegas and we had both talked about visiting someday, even though our gambling habits consist of, for me, fantasy sports and a 1-penny bet made in the fourth grade which I won but never received the pay out for. Karen's gambling history consists simply of marrying me.

You can imagine my surprise, then, when we headed north out of Midland, in the general opposite direction of the airport. Ten miles up the road. she sprung it one me. No Vegas, chump ... we're going to ...

OK, so it wasn't exactly here ... but it was very, very close to here.

Extra bonus points if you know where it is I am standing.

Where did we go? That's in our next installment ...

Comments

[Mike]

you are in Snyder texas WOW

[Bleu]

I was going to say probably a "little piece of Vegas" in our own backyard, Hobbs, but since you made to Trailertopia, thats hard to top.

[Janie]

Okay, Jimmy P, that's a good one! How much did you pay them to paint that sign just for you?

[Jimmy]

Mike ... someone knows where I was! Hey Mike, dont tell anyone you know where Trailertopia is.

JP ... What happens in Trailertopia stays in Trailertopia.

Janie ... It wudn't cheap. Whole two dollers, ain't lyin.

[aooqd]

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