Last night we attended a Vegas Golden Knights game. (We lost in overtime.) Before the game we went to McMullen’s for dinner. McMullens takes you to the game in a bus for free. Only 3 couples on the early bus.
We remained the entire game. Walked down a flight of stairs and out the door. Our bus was right there. How lucky can we get?
When we got back to McMullen’s we decided to have a Guinness. We found seats at the bar and ordered our drinks.
One drink turned into 2 while we listened to the band, I think they were Darby O’Gill and the Little People or something like that. They were dressed old fashioned in bowler hat, top hats and newsboy hats along with vest and button up shirts and jackets. I wish I’d gotten a picture of them.
We got back home as the clock struck twelve, so our carriage didn’t turn into a pumpkin until after we were tucked inside our home. It took a bit to unwind.
This morning I am paying the price. I am in a true fibro flare. My balance is totally shot. My tinnitus is loud. That is the price I pay for having fun even though I didn’t do much walking thanks to the bus dropping us almost at the door.
Was it worth it? Yes! One hundred percent. I won’t stop living because I have chronic illnesses. Live on the good days, rest on the bad days. Occasionally, push through on the so-so days for things that are important.
Love, Peace and Light! Rita