Day 243: Good news comes in 3's?

I woke up still battling this cold, and unfortunately I'm out of cold medicine.

Sunshine shared some of hers with me yesterday and it worked pretty good so I decided I needed to pick some up on the way home.

Problem is, I forgot and once I got home I wasn't leaving. Bed seemed much more enticing than the Mucinex D.

I figured what was in my system would get me through the night and I could stop on my way into work, which is what I did.

Once again, I left the house with what was enough time to make it happen. At least I thought it was until I got to the drug store and they had to take all my personal information because people are buying cold medicine to make meth.

Adding to the frustration, I drew the intern card when I walked up to the register, so it took even longer.

I'm not sure but I think they now have my blood type, and permission to take my first born child, and possibly a few other things I don't even know about.

To top it all off, I was wearing a long sleeved sweater on a triple digit day. Nothing says meth addict trying to hide track marks like a sweater in the heat of summer.

Just so we're all on the same page, I put it on to cover a tank top I was wearing because it is cold at work, but I didn't want to walk in to the store in just jeans and a tank.

Once at work, I was bombarded by the Cheerleader who keeps pushing for us to go to Las Vegas next week. She before she even got out of her car she said 'did you get any emails?' Referring to emails from hotels in the area we are hoping will 'host' us.

When I started going through my email, there were invitations from the Thunder Down Under, the Chippendales, golf outings for ladies, and of course the newest wedding chappels in town and we were getting a little discouraged.

We're less than a week away and the Cheerleader is not going to take no for an answer on this one.

A short time later, I saw another email come into my inbox and it was our golden ticket.

A hotel is offering to put us up for 2 nights, and we will do several stories surrounding their location.... JACKPOT!! (pardon the pun -- hee hee)

I immediately went searching for the Cheerleader to tell her the news. When I found her she was in the lobby, I told her and she grabbed my hands and we both started jumping up and down like giddy little school girls.

For the record, this is so not my style, but somehow it seemed just fine, except for one small detail. I had to go to the bathroom because I'd chugged a lot of water to make sure I stay hydrated with the cold medication, so I had to cut the jubilation short.

We are on our way! Whoo hoo!! We're going to Vegas baby!

I was still at work when the Cheerleader called me... 3 times. I thought for sure she was just super excited about the trip, and she was, but when I finally got to listen to her messages I was surprised.

She left me the contact information for the matchmaker. Ok, wow, I guess that is really happening.

So now I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to drop 10 pounds before I get my picture taken for her to use with her matchmaking service.

I guess barring a stomach flu I'm out of luck. Not that I'm on board for a stomach flu, that sounds pretty miserable, especially since I'm headed to Vegas in a matter of days.

Doesn't good news come in 3's? I don't want to get greedy but there is still some time left today to get the trifecta going.