I should rename this post "Gift of the Maggi." you know the story of the poor young couple at Christmas time. Where she cuts-off and sells her hair so she can buy her husband a gold chain for his watch and he pawns his watch his father gave to him, so he can buy his wife silver combs for her hair? It's bitter-sweet to say the least.
Well, I have one that's pretty darn close and just in time for the holidays.....
Like I posted earlier, I got the backstage passes Friday. Saturday morning rolls around and she (the ex-wife) informs me that she doesn't think things are going to work out between us. Oh, happy days!
I then informed her of the backstage passes that I was keeping as a surprise (of course that didn't change mind and quite frankly would lead me to suspect if it did) and said "well, I'm sorry you feel that way, but what about Vegas?"
I have a lot of time, emotions and effort invested in this trip. So......
Long story-short, we're still going. Hopefully we can both still go and just enjoy the concert and all Vegas has to offer without things getting any weirder.
Geez! Talk about a long strange trip! Huh?

And it's nowhere near being over......
Interesting, the lessons that are in store for us. Isn't it?
I sure do wish her the best. May God give her what she needs. I know I can't.
Perhaps there is something better (more ideal) waiting for me out there.
Well. Here's to the ladies. Such beautiful and wonderous creatures.
As the stomach turns,
Ragnar