Carny or no carny?

What a great week and weekend. Even returning to work on Saturday couldn't spoil my mood. Miz Bubs assembled the monster grill and we used it for the first time last night, cooking up a delicious cut of meat that I'd never tried before: flatiron steak. First I rubbed it with Tony Chachere's, and then I shmeared it with a blend of crushed garlic and mustard. Then onto the grill, about 3-4 minutes on a side. The cuts plump up when you cook em, and they were surprisingly tender and flavorful. Miz Bubs got ours at the local farmers market on Sunday morning, from a place called Heartland Meats in Mendota, Illinois. It's good to know where your meat comes from.

On to my dilemna: carny or no carny?

I have an opportunity to make some extra money working a detail at a local parish carnival. It's overtime, and after the cost of living in May I'm making an obscene dollar amount at time-and-a-half. I signed up for one day later this week, but there are several other 4 and 5 hour slots available. Here's the problem: one day falls on our anniversary (which is being celebrated by having the driveway seal-coated, wooo) and the other 3 days fall on my regular days off, so I'd pretty much be eliminating a good chunk of my time off. Miz told me my time is more valuable to her right now than the money, so it sounds like a no-brainer, right?

Well, here's the thing. Las Vegas. I heard a couple guys talking about it yesterday, and it got me going. I started calculating exactly how many hours I'd have to work to pay for our airfare for me and my better half to get away for a couple of swanky days. 8 hours at the parish carnival will do that. A total of 16 hours or more pretty much pays for almost the whole trip. Downside is that I'll be wearing myself out right before the big party at the compound in July. Upside is, guilt-free trip to Las Vegas later this summer.

Whew.