A sucky update...
We have been planning to go to Vegas for the soft opening of the Sphere for a few months now. It took some time to pin Mike down, but he finally gave us a date and we make our plans. We got tickets, a hotel and a rental car. We coordinated everything so that we would be able to pick them up from the airport when they landed. Of course, there was always the possibility that the soft opening would be delayed, but it that happened we all decided we'd go anyhow and make a weekend of it.
Last night the call came. The soft opening has been delayed a month (or possibly more) and, worse than that, Mike's health was preventing him from going to Vegas. He'd spent much of June and July there, then had been hopping back and forth from Orlando to Vegas every few days, or so it seemed. He's nearly 80 years old and it finally took its toll, and he went to Ground Zero, falling several times.
Worse, his condition is so bad, Rose is afraid to leave him alone, so they cancelled out on Vegas. The only reason we were going was to see them, but I did tell TBG that we could still go, but it would mean we wouldn't be able to do it again for the opening. He threw a wobbly and ended up canceling all our tickets and reservations. And he's finally having to admit to himself that Mike isn't the man he once was. Growing old sucks, watching your friends do it is even harder.
Last night was rotten with no sleep (at least for me) because the stress went right to my back and bladder (yeah, TMI, sorry). Today isn't looking much better. Sigh...
Last night the call came. The soft opening has been delayed a month (or possibly more) and, worse than that, Mike's health was preventing him from going to Vegas. He'd spent much of June and July there, then had been hopping back and forth from Orlando to Vegas every few days, or so it seemed. He's nearly 80 years old and it finally took its toll, and he went to Ground Zero, falling several times.
Worse, his condition is so bad, Rose is afraid to leave him alone, so they cancelled out on Vegas. The only reason we were going was to see them, but I did tell TBG that we could still go, but it would mean we wouldn't be able to do it again for the opening. He threw a wobbly and ended up canceling all our tickets and reservations. And he's finally having to admit to himself that Mike isn't the man he once was. Growing old sucks, watching your friends do it is even harder.
Last night was rotten with no sleep (at least for me) because the stress went right to my back and bladder (yeah, TMI, sorry). Today isn't looking much better. Sigh...