On Leaving Las Vegas
Hey everyone!! I finally made it home today at about 3:00 P.M.!
I think the fates must have heard me complaining about leaving, and decided to make me stay until I was begging them to get me the hell out of there.
My plane was delayed four hours in Vegas, thus I missed my connector in San Francisco. When we finally did get on the runway, there was a mechanical problem (sound familiar laurel_potter?) and we were delayed another hour. Gah!
The interesting thing is, I was in such a good mood after meeting all of you and having such fabulous time, that I just shrugged it off. The lady at the check-in seemed absolutely floored when I smiled and laughed as she told me. We had the old "What's-the-point-in-getting-angry" and "Why-do-people-always-yell-at-you-when-this-happens" conversation, and she was so appreciative, that I know she called San Fran to tell them about me. (Truthfully, I was rather pleased anyway, since it gave me the day off today.) When I reached customer service in San Francisco at 1:30 A.M., the guy had my hotel and meal vouchers all ready for me. Usually before taking on a plane full of tired and angry passengers these guys are a bit sheepish, but his face lit up when he heard my name (dude, she called!). He said in the sweetest tone: "Mrs. B****, I have a hotel for you, but if you're booked on the 6:00 A.M. flight, you'll barely have any time to sleep. Why don't I put you on the 10 o'clock?". He was right, I slept like a stone.
The hotel was all right. Sheridan Gateway. Nice lobby and restaurant looking over the harbour, but the rooms were mediocre, and the halls a bit seedy. I think I've been spoiled after staying at the Marriot. No three-cornered jacuzzi, no crisp bath robes, marble floors, gentle rain showers, lavender body lotion (they had Jergin's for Christ's sake!)or thick duvets. Just a comfortable bed to sleep in, and Maxwell House in the morning. ::Sigh:: Did I have to come back to reality so quickly?
I miss all of you greatly, but it's good to be home. The boys are daring each other with Bertie Botts Beans, and bursting out in fits of giggles. Ellen is completely mesmerized by the loaded dice ("One, two, three...Mommy, I got seven again!!!"). I'm so tired right now, that jacuzzi sounds so good. But that's not my reality, this is.
I think the fates must have heard me complaining about leaving, and decided to make me stay until I was begging them to get me the hell out of there.
My plane was delayed four hours in Vegas, thus I missed my connector in San Francisco. When we finally did get on the runway, there was a mechanical problem (sound familiar laurel_potter?) and we were delayed another hour. Gah!
The interesting thing is, I was in such a good mood after meeting all of you and having such fabulous time, that I just shrugged it off. The lady at the check-in seemed absolutely floored when I smiled and laughed as she told me. We had the old "What's-the-point-in-getting-angry" and "Why-do-people-always-yell-at-you-when-this-happens" conversation, and she was so appreciative, that I know she called San Fran to tell them about me. (Truthfully, I was rather pleased anyway, since it gave me the day off today.) When I reached customer service in San Francisco at 1:30 A.M., the guy had my hotel and meal vouchers all ready for me. Usually before taking on a plane full of tired and angry passengers these guys are a bit sheepish, but his face lit up when he heard my name (dude, she called!). He said in the sweetest tone: "Mrs. B****, I have a hotel for you, but if you're booked on the 6:00 A.M. flight, you'll barely have any time to sleep. Why don't I put you on the 10 o'clock?". He was right, I slept like a stone.
The hotel was all right. Sheridan Gateway. Nice lobby and restaurant looking over the harbour, but the rooms were mediocre, and the halls a bit seedy. I think I've been spoiled after staying at the Marriot. No three-cornered jacuzzi, no crisp bath robes, marble floors, gentle rain showers, lavender body lotion (they had Jergin's for Christ's sake!)or thick duvets. Just a comfortable bed to sleep in, and Maxwell House in the morning. ::Sigh:: Did I have to come back to reality so quickly?
I miss all of you greatly, but it's good to be home. The boys are daring each other with Bertie Botts Beans, and bursting out in fits of giggles. Ellen is completely mesmerized by the loaded dice ("One, two, three...Mommy, I got seven again!!!"). I'm so tired right now, that jacuzzi sounds so good. But that's not my reality, this is.