"Perfect," I think. "It's in the middle of my regular days off, I'll get to see old friends, and I could really use a Vegas trip."
As I'm looking online for a hotel, just about to book a room for two, I stop. "Maybe I should call work and make sure I haven't signed up for any shifts. I don't think I have ..."
Sure enough, I'm signed up to cover a grave shift on October 12, making it nearly impossible to be at the wedding in Las Vegas, six hours after the shift ends. And that's if I don't sleep.
I'm trying to get the shift covered, but this is going to suck if it doesn't work out.