Blackjack, 20 minutes of sleep, and Albuquerque

Disclaimer: this blog has absolutely nothing to do with running

I am crazy. Completely crazy. I usually am the responsible gal- tucking in early when I know I have a 7 AM flight the next morning. Packing my clothes the night before. Get a good night's rest.

Not last night.

Tiffany was the social butterfly of Albuquerque. Yes, Albuquerque.

It all started with an innocent trip to the casino when we were driving back to Albuquerque from Santa Fe. I won a couple big bills at the blackjack table, we had a couple cocktails, and then kept moving south. No harm, no foul.

We grab some dinner, enjoy a nice bottle of wine.

I can now pinpoint that THIS would have been the appropriate time to call it a night.

No way- we are going OUT... watch out Albuquerque- this Southern gal is ready to rock and roll!

For some reason, I always end up meeting everyone in a bar and before you know it... I am in the midst of 20 people... playing matchmaker and organizing a pool tournament. I am hoooooorrrible at pool- but my co-worker is straight $$ at pool. We play. We cannot lose. We get back into our gambling mood. We load up the car and hit the casino... until 5 AM.

Phew... I sleep 20 minutes... shower... and am on an airplane home. At least I got upgraded to First class even though I smelled like a liquor cabinet.

So, here I am. Lying on a couch at home and could not be happier. Need to get in a decent run tomorrow.... and kick booty at the Reindeer Run on Saturday.

I will be the one dressed up as a reindeer... minus the bottle of Woodford Reserve :)