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What We Pass Down



“You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em….” – Kenny Rogers

Recently, I found out that my presence might be required in Las Vegas at an upcoming work conference. Though there were a litany of reasons I wasn’t keen on the idea, three major ones stuck out:

  1. I drink so infrequently that I have a slight buzz after eating pasta made with white wine sauce.
  2. The thought of staying up until the wee hours of the morning at an after-party after a long day of work and making small talk with strangers made me want to crawl in bed and go to sleep. At 8 PM.
  3. My idea of gambling involves $1 worth of pennies and a slot machine. Maybe $5, if I’m feeling lucky.

Needless to say, I was happy that I had too many pressing deadlines so I wouldn’t need to attend. I actually think it had nothing to do with my workload and more to do with the look on my face when the suggestion was made that I go, the one that silently begged, “Please don’t make me go, please don’t make me go.” Continue reading “What We Pass Down”