I had last minute stuff to do before leaving on my trip to Las Vegas. My daughter and I went to the pharmacy, nail place, ATM, lunch, and then she took me to the airport. Early. I was a little worried because of horror stories I’d listened to about security lines being so long that people were missing delayed glitches flights. Also, because of storms both in San Francisco and in Vegas, some flights the day before had been delayed four hours. It turned out that I had plenty of time to get through the non-existent security line and sit and relax.
I found a place to sit and relax at the airport. The woman behind me was trying to explain to her parents that her flight was delayed but it would be ok since they had tickets for the movie the next afternoon, not the day she comes in, for mom’s birthday. Her mom was apparently having a fit because they were going to miss the movie because of the delayed flight and was giving a decent guilt trip about how no one wants to spend time with her on her birthday. I was trying hard to not laugh.
I sat there reading for a while until i had to use the restroom. I wandered closer to the gate when I returned. I tried to read some more, but the guy waiting near me was on the phone explaining to someone that he was flying to Vegas to retrieve the car he was too drunk to drive back home last weekend. Must have been a good weekend for him.
I had received a text about the fight being delayed a half hour. That was fine, since I was meeting my friend at Vegas airport and her flight was due to land an hour after my original flight time. The airport staff asked us to gate check carryon because it was a full flight, and it was going to be faster to board if fewer people had to stop to put stuff in the overhead bins. I did, to make things easier on myself, too.
I boarded the plane and found an aisle seat. A woman a little older and a little smaller than me sat in the window seat. Thankfully, a very tiny woman sat between us. The tiny woman pulled out “Cork Dork” and explained to us that she had a two year old so she never had time for her two favorite things, wine and reading. She was using this trip to catch up. She was not going to Vegas, but was changing planes and heading on to a girls weekend in Tucson. The first thing they had planned was time to catch up on sleep. The window seat woman and I both laughed, explaining that as a mom of a two year old that she’snever going to sleep again. “They eventually sleep through the night, right?” I told her that once they drive and turn eighteen, they stay out late and you don’t sleep, wondering where they are. She kept her nose in her book the rest of the flight.
We hit turbulence on descent. One bump was so hard that I would have landed in the aisle if I hadn’t had my seatbelt on.
Baggage claim. Moved from 4 to 2 without announcement
After my baggage claim adventure, I met my friend and discussed the various ways to get to the hotel. We settled on the shuttle.
At the shuttle kiosk, I tried to pay for my $10 ticket with $10 in cash. The cashier looked very confused. She was counting out coins to give me change. I was curious about how much she was going to give me, but the other guy in the kiosk stopped her. She tried to get me to sign my shuttle ticket like a credit card receipt, but again, her kiosk buddy stopped her. So much for entertainment.
We walked over to catch the shuttle. The driver and another driver were discussing that they thought something had happened at our hotel. They thought that the casino at the hotel was closed because of bank robbery earlier in the day and a suspicious package had been left behind. Of course. We decided to go check it out. Adventure!
Over an hour ride on the shuttle with a whole cast of characters. We were having an adventure. We saw a lot of Las Vegas while driving from hotel to hotel. We had stinky people behind us on the shuttle. I thought it was my deodorant failing, but nope. Wasn’t me. Thankfully, they got off at the second stop.
We also shared the shuttle with obtuse people who kept wondering out loud why we can’t all be dropped off first. “There’s our hotel! Why can’t he just drop us off now?” “He passed it, again!” Calm down people. He can’t disobey traffic laws or drive over cement barriers. Unfortunately, they were with us almost the whole ride.
Finally, we got to our hotel and the shuttle could not turn down the street because of construction. He let us off at the Mob Museum. I wanted to go there, but it wasn’t open. Someday. We had to walk across the street and down a half a block. Not awful.
Check in was easy. Uneventful. Unusual for me.
Changed pants and went to dinner in the hotel lobby. We ordered appetizers with our dinner. The appetizer came out first. They brought it to us with no plates. I had breakfast for dinner. The best breakfast potatoes I had ever eaten. I had asked for no toast, so the waitress offered me extra bacon or fruit. I was stunned.
After standing around, deciding what to do, we decided that we should just go to bed.
Our second roommate of the night appeared around midnight, after an uneventful shuttle ride. He went to the casino to gamble a while. At 4:30 am, my roommate climbed into bed with me, so the other roommate could have her bed. I half woke up to scoot over and to use the restroom. I slept until 7:30 ish.