I hope you have better luck on your trips than I do. I always depart, sober, with a reasonable spending plan … and it always ends the same way. I’m awoken the next day with a hangover by the fraud prevention department of some financial institution: “Did you authorize the purchase of two bottles of liquor for $300 that you can normally get at Ralph’s for $10 each?” or some other ridiculous thing/things.
I guess it’s the audacity of hope that keeps me coming back for more (or maybe its that one special stripper who I know for sure in my drunken, self-deluded state will go home with me if I just buy enough lap dances).
