The Adnostic

"Come to Vegas this weekend," Jodi says. "I'm here for CES and you wouldn't have to pay for the hotel room."

"So now that you have a job, you're coming to Punk Rock Bowling. Right?" Yeager says. "Tom Jones is playing that weekend. You have to come."

Oh, how those pesky grasshoppers tempt me! Come play in a city specifically designed to take your money and give you lung cancer due to the lack of smoking bans and poor ventilation in the older hotels! No, I say. No I will not. I will deny myself the sins and pleasures of Gomorrah so that I may be an effective competitor at the end of the month.

That's right kids; my horsey fairy godparents have asked me to show their horse, Katanga, in a small local competition at the end of the month. This will be my first competition in five years and if I do well then I will feel confident enough to sink a few extra bucks into training and enter a large regional show in San Juan Capistrano in the Fall. And, because I would normally train three times a week, but I can only ride on weekends with Katanga being stabled over an hour's drive from where I live, then I will have to use every weekend I have available to me to make sure we are both in good form.

This month I will be a hard working ant. No out-of-town foolery for me. No sir.

(This does not mean that I will not be found in local bars, wine tastings, and dance halls. I'm not dead, you know.)