WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS IS WRITTEN HERE

I believe there are some readers out there who are just dying to hear about our adventures in Vegas. These blogs are dedicated to you.

OFF TO A SHAKY START

Despite arriving at YVR in plenty of time, our names were almost crossed off the flight list, with our bags almost being taken off the plane because by the time we arrived at the gate, we were late. Dave was actually asked if he would go on without me! I actually think he might have ditched me at YVR to get to Vegas. This is all because we had to have one last smoke before we headed through Customs and Security. We had LOTS of time, but then entered into the SLOWEST lines possible at both Customs and Security. Oh, and I had to stop at the store just before our gate to get a snack.

The flight was a breeze. No medications were consumed to sedate me. No one was harmed. I did not get agitated (although Dave was concerned about my foot and pen tapping, not realizing I was grooving in my seat to my Ipod). Chalk one easy flight up for me!

We arrive in sunny, hot Las Vegas. Of course, our first mission upon retrieving our bags was to get out and smoke before getting a cab to the Mirage. Instead of finding our way to the cabs and the big line up there, we opted to pay $10 more for the town car that was right in front of us. So excited was I about riding in a town car, I had to get out the camera. The driver took a picture of us in front of said town car and we were off, never to see said camera again. Apparently in all my excitement (I know - it’s just a car!) I left it behind. Did we get the company name? No. Did we get the driver’s name? No. Did we get any information that may help us locate lost camera? No. There is a camera out there somewhere with one lonely picture of Dave and I in front of a town car.

Arriving at the Mirage, we again pick the SLOWEST line to check in. Our room isn’t ready (expected since we were a few hours early) so we change, check our bags and hit the pool. This is where I realize I have left the camera in the town car. I decide Pina Coladas are in order to help numb the pain. Did I mention this camera actually belongs to Dave?

After soaking up some sun it is time to check into our room. Dave goes to do something (I don’t know what) while I gather our things. I clean up our area and while doing so throw away Dave’s full pack of cigarettes. The pack was all wrinkled – wouldn’t you think it was empty? Actually, if I had thought at all I would have realized that he could not have possibly smoked an entire pack of cigarettes between the YVR Duty Free and the Mirage pool. But who really does much thinking in Vegas?

We check into our room – amazing. Beautiful room. 20th floor with a view of the pool and the strip. I open my suitcase and find my hand mirror is shattered. And I do mean shattered – into a million tiny pieces. This seems a sign of bad luck to me.

So, between 8:30 a.m. and 3:00 p.m. I have chosen every slowest possible line ever, have almost missed my plane, lost my (I mean Dave’s) camera, thrown out a full pack of cigarettes that do not belong to me (smokers will appreciate this), and found a shattered mirror in my suitcase. Keep in mind about 3 of these hours were spent sitting on a plane where very little damage can actually be done! And this is just the beginning….