On May 15th, I hopped on a plane to go to Vegas for Bloggers in Sin City. I took a giant suitcase that I didn’t actually fill up. Because clearly I needed to make sure there was ample extra space in there for any and all purchases I might possibly probably definitely make while I was there. I had done this before. I knew what I was doing. My dad was nice enough to drive me to the airport, which was great because I didn’t want to have to spend money on a cab before going, as I knew I’d likely be spending a lot of money on cabs in Vegas. And taking public transit with a giant suitcase, a carry on, and a giant purse? Doable, but not at all ideal.
I went through bag check, security, and customs pretty quickly. A lot faster than I was used to in the past. It seemed so much less stressful to travel alone, with no one pestering me about whether I have everything or warning me not to lose things or making sure we’re on time. Why did it take me this long to actually take a trip by myself? It’s something I would totally like to do more often.
Guess who got “randomly selected” for a pat down at security? Yeah, I’m used it. Although at this point I’m pretty sure there’s nothing random about it. My friend asked me if it was a hot guy doing the pat down. Nope. Instead, it was an old Filipino lady. She gave me a choice and said I could either go into that large scanner booth, or get a pat down. I opted for the pat down. Then she asked if I wanted the pat down to be done in the private booth. I said no, I was fine just doing it there. I wanted witnesses. Something about the need for a private booth made it seem like there would be more than just a pat down. If it isn’t enough that your shoes are already off, they make you lean against the wall, bend over, and let them look under your feet as well.
Customs was better than security. When the guy asked me what I was going to Vegas for, I said “A blogging conference.” And then he asked what that meant. He was like “Is that just like a let’s all meet up in Vegas thing?” and I said yes. And then he asked me what I blogged about. I believe my answer was something like “Just random stuff.” I wanted to say “I blog about awkward interactions with airport customs agents,” but I somehow felt that would not be the best response.
I was really bored while waiting for my flight, so I decided to text people and browse the internet. Because that’s what an iPhone is for, right? But the battery life on that thing is so shitty that I had to stop at some point or else it would have been drained before I even got on the plane. There was an “Everything under $20” store right by my gate. Because of course there was. Why wouldn’t they want to entice me to start spending money before even getting to Vegas, where I would inevitably be spending even more money? I resisted for a while then decided to take a look. Apparently “everything under $20” means, everything is $19.99. I decided to save my money for more important things. Like food and drinks and slot machines.
I flew with West Jet, which I thought was supposed to be a good airline. But for the first time ever, there were no TVs and not even any music on the flight. I mean understand that it was a short flight so there wasn’t much point in beginning to watch a movie. But I expected little TV screens with the option to watch a show. Nope. Despite my disappointment, the flight went smoothly and I arrived when I was supposed to.
And now I’ll stop boring you with the unnecessary details of my flight and proceed to actually talk about Vegas. You know, when I feel like it.