Note: This blog was written in September 2011.
Lets go all the way back to when Josh and I booked our plane tickets. His company was paying for his so he had to go through their website and we were using saved up miles for my ticket, so I had to go through another. So there we sat each with our own laptops, like the dork-alicous couple we are and carefully picked flights together and even seats together. (Check out that run on sentence) Now fast forward to the airport as were waiting to fly out. The seats on the flight to Atlanta were no where near each other. Josh was in row 37 I was in row 21. I was excited. Yes, folks excited. Although we had been split up, I thought my luck was changing. Usually I was the one who gets the crummy seat at the back of the plane. Josh on the other hand is upgraded to first class. Plus it was only a 30 minute flight, so we felt we could survive apart that long. We end up having to run to catch our connecting flight. We got on the plane and realized there was an isle separating us. So when the lady with the seat next to me got on the plane, we politely asked her to switch. Not a hesitation. Not a thought. She just said “No, I need to sleep.” Well ok then. So Josh and I shrugged no biggie. This is when things get interesting. Two of the dumbest people have obtained the seat behind me. Not surprisingly the sleepy lady turns out to be a ummmm… how do I put this nicely.Ok so the queen bee (or B) had an itch. Well, so the extremely dumb people behind me found something to be extremely funny and started laughing extremely loud. This woke up the ever so pleasant Queen Bee beside me. She first said “Shhhhhhhh”. When that didn’t work she leaned and slammed herself against her seat. I really wanted to turn around and say “ I’m with that guy over there and not her”. Well, the Dummies took the body slam as a challenge. So I was stuck in a passive aggressive war zone for the next 45 minutes.
The next little bit went well. We arrived at the Hooters Casino and Hotel (or the Hooter Hut as I lovingly refer to it) in one piece with our luggage. We went to check in to our room and were told the previous occupants have just checked out (7:30pm) and our room should be ready in half an hour. We decided to grab a bite to eat to pass the time. Eventually, we got a room and decided to stay in and relax. Our room had other plans. Upon opening the door , we were greeted by the sound of a helicopter hovering (our ac) and toilet running. Josh, like the pro he is, takes care of the toilet by get this- jiggling the handle. My hero. He was unable to fix the ac. We were too tired to really care too much. Turns out the sounds of a helicopter hovering is a lot like the sound a train going by- its annoying but you get use to it.
Things again went well for a while. Then I got a tummy bug. No upchucking or anything, just feeling incredibly ill. The kind of illness where you write a list of pros and cons of hurling to decide if you would just be better off getting it over with. The cons won this time. I based my decision on the fact that we were in (yes in) the Hoover Dam and all the people stuck in the tunnel might find a vent and throw me out. So the next few days I took it easy and downed a bottle of Pepto-Bismol. Nothing like pink chalk to make you feel better.
Now on the last day, I am finally feeling better. Thanks Murphy, I mean Stephy. So who wants to travel with me next? If you mention this blog, I will wave my usual fees and all you will have to pay is my travel, lodging, entertainment and eating expenses.
I leave you with this bit of Las Vegas knowledge that I have acquired in the lady‘s room at a casino. “Vegas has the nicest toilet paper. The kind you would buy for your own home.” Now take this tidbit with a grain of salt because prior to this statement the lady also said “Wow, I feel like the stall is moving.”
Viva Las Stephy!