Tomorrow, I have to leave for Las Vegas via Charlotte. That means I’ll be stuck at an airport and/or on a plane from about 7:00 in the morning until something like 4:00 in the afternoon my time (or 1:00 PDT). It’s not something I’m really looking forward to, especially since it’s a United Airways flight. Few things are worse than flying United Airways (no bags, no food, no entertainment – but for $20 they’ll let you board sooner than everybody else, which means you get to sit in your crappy, cramped little seat that much longer).
On the bright side, they have WiFi, which I can buy for $14 for the day. It was also more expensive than tickets I could have purchased on Jet Blue, but because we have to go through a specific travel agent, I’m not allowed to do that (this is how NY State works, apparently). Even worse, because I was not able to handle my own travel arrangements and the person who did it dropped the ball, I’m not sitting with the person I’m going with, and on the flight back I’m stuck in a middle seat. Good thing it’s a red eye – maybe I’ll get some sleep).
I’m not really looking forward to going, to be honest. I find flying to be a pain in the ass, and I’m not especially excited to go to Las Vegas and I don’t really think this thing I’m going to is gonna be all that worthwhile, either. Basically, I only agreed to go for two reasons – it’s free (though free trips always seem to wind up costing money), and it’s better than working (but not by much).
Speaking of work, I guess I better get back to it.
2 words, pj. Nickel slots.
I think we’ll probably just cruise the strip and look at the pretty lights. Odds are I’ll never get to see the real Eiffel Tower, so I might as well go look at the fake one.
Looks like a 24-hour bus pass is $8, so when we get tired of walking, we can ride.
PJ, you have my sympathy. Flying is awful. The entertainment, if there is any, requires an effort to ignore it. The food, if pretzels and potato chips can be called food, is NOT food. Ugh. I hate it. But, a layover at an airport, if it’s not the kind that requires you to run to make the connecting flight, is an opportunity to find some semi real food and to stretch your legs. I hope you get at least that.
Not on the way there. Only a 58 minute layover in Charlotte, which is barely enough time to figure out how to get to where the next flight leaves. Two hours on the way back.
Have a good trip, PJ.
I love the Chihuly ceiling at the Bellagio and the fountains at the same. They also have a nice little museum inside. I’m not a gambler. :tongue:
Bon Voyage! :gate:
Saw the fountains last night. Mostly just walked around. This is a very odd place.
I don’t get the attraction. I’ve met folks who save all year just to go to Vegas and blow it all. I’d much rather hang out on a beach, go hiking in the wilderness or go to a real city, as opposed to the make believe city called Vegas. Moi, I’m en route to DC and am waiting in an airport near Dubya. :barf:
My best Vegas memory.
Getting onto an elevator that Little Richard was coming out of.
I had one of those one year arriving at the New Orleans airport for JazzFest and sharing a step on the escalator down to the baggage claim with Fats Domino.
I don’t know how you West Coast folks do it. Pacific Time is killing me.
The time differential is difficult. When are you going back to Syracuse?
How I know where I was on 9/23/1970
Marcia Wallace of ‘The Simpsons,’ ‘The Bob Newhart Show’ has died
🙁 🙁 :gate: :rofl2: :bow: