This is it. The night before the first mini-break I’ve taken without my husband since the day we said, “I do”. Now that I think about it, it may be the first time I’m leaving him behind since the day we met.

He’s left me behind…oh dozens of times. He went to visit his grandmother a few times (I could hardly begrudge him a family visit, even if I couldn’t accompany him) he’s gone on a few business trips (those pesky job commitments, you see) and he even stomped off once to spend three days in the mountains without me after a fight (sometimes you just have to let them go, you know?) But this will be the first time for me. And I have no idea how to conduct myself.

I will be alone in the wild!

Ok, so not alone, per se. I’m going with my mother and my sister, and we’re hardly party animals, but we’re going to a casino for three days of gambling, so that definitely qualifies as the wild. I might drink wine…I might eat desserts…hell, I might even be able to talk my mom and my sister into doing karaoke.

This trip is beginning to look better and better all the time.

Too bad I can’t bring my dog.

Until the next time…I’ll be living it up playing blackjack!