Shoot me in the face!
I feel like my Livejournal days are over. I've not been able to read anyone's LJ all week. I'm sorry I'm not keeping up!
Let's get to my vacation. Here's day one:
I was supposed to fly into Las Vegas on Wednesday night, the 25th at 11:00 p.m. We boarded the plane at JFK and I quickly fell asleep. I awoke two hours later (10 p.m. New York time) to the announcement that there was a problem with the fuel indicator and we needed to go back to the gate to have it repaired.
We arrive at the gate and sit for a while and they announce that it would be faster for us to just deplane and board another plane than it would be to wait for a new part. The plane we will be boarding will land at around midnight. Fun.
I get off the plane and wait in the terminal for a while. An old lady makes some ruckus and people point and snicker. I don't really think anything of it, but I might have heard her say the f word?
Long story short, I arrive in Las Vegas at 2 in the morning their time. That's 5 a.m. my time...on my birthday. You know, 'cause starting at midnight it was my birthday, April 26th. I'm now 28 years old. Yuck.
When I land, I turn on my phone, send Mikey a text informing him of my arrival. As soon as I get off the plane I make a B-line for the first bathroom and take the shit of a lifetime. I remember thinking that this was the best birthday present ever. I'd never felt such relief in my life.
I exit the bathroom, give Mikey a quick call while heading to baggage claim. Voicemail: "Hey, it's me. I'm on my way to baggage claim, you're probably already here. I'll see you outside in a minute!"
When I get to baggage claim, my bag is already circling. Did my shit really take that long? I pick it up and head to the passenger pickup and give Mikey another call. Voicemail: "Hey, it's me again. I got my bag and I'm headed out to meet you. I'll just head to where you normally park. See you in a bit!"
I head outside and he's not there. I'm instantly confused. I call him again. Voicemail: "Hey. It's me. Where are you? How come you aren't answering? Did you fall asleep? I think I'm going to just keep calling until you wake up."
And I do that. For 20 minutes. After that I leave another message: "Why you hatin'?"
I decide to wait a bit. I pull out my Nintendo DS and play a couple levels of Super Mario Brothers. But I'm restless and tired, so I call again. Voicemail: "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? HELLO? WAKE THE FUCK UP."
I would like to interject this story to let you all know that not once did I ever think something might be wrong with Mikey. I guess that's the kind of person I am. Self-centered.
So, 3 in the morning rolls around and I've weighed the pros and cons and decide that I'm pretty sure I know how to get to his house. I think if I get in a cab and it starts driving me I'd be able to recognize streets and turns and get us there. But it's not New York city. It's 3 a.m. and there's one cab there and it looks like some old lady is getting into it. I walk over to the cab and the dispatcher acknowledges me and tells me I can have the next one. The old lady that's going to use the cab says to the driver, "Let me go get my friend." She walks halfway to the door when the ruckus lady from earlier walks out yelling at the top of her lungs.
"WHO ARE YOU TRAVELING WITH?"
I'm taken aback, and not sure if she's talking to me or not, but the other lady yells, "What?"
"WHO ARE YOU TRAVELING WITH?"
"I'm traveling with you!"
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TRAVELING WITH??"
I guess dragon lady is pissed the other one left her in the terminal in search of a cab. They get into the loudest argument I've ever heard in my life between 60+ year olds. And the language! I mean, I swear plenty, but I was absolutely appalled! I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of their mouths. At one point, I almost asked them to tone down the language. I'm serious. Can you imagine me even asking that? That's how bad it was. Yikes. But it makes for a great story.
So I finally get a cab, hop in, and make it to Mikey's without any trouble at all. Who knew I knew my way to Henderson so well?
So I'm at Mikey's door and I start pounding on the windows until his dogs start barking. Soon he's at the door, clearly half asleep. He whips open the front door and in a way only Mikey can do (with a twinge of anger and annoyance) asks, "How did you get here?"
"With no help from you, asshole!" Yeah, he fell asleep. He checked his phone and the screen was frozen. It didn't ring. I turned his phone off and then back on and it said he had 37 missed calls. Hmmm, all from me.
We have a laugh about it and then go to bed. It's 4:30 in the morning. On. My. Birthday.
More later!
Let's get to my vacation. Here's day one:
I was supposed to fly into Las Vegas on Wednesday night, the 25th at 11:00 p.m. We boarded the plane at JFK and I quickly fell asleep. I awoke two hours later (10 p.m. New York time) to the announcement that there was a problem with the fuel indicator and we needed to go back to the gate to have it repaired.
We arrive at the gate and sit for a while and they announce that it would be faster for us to just deplane and board another plane than it would be to wait for a new part. The plane we will be boarding will land at around midnight. Fun.
I get off the plane and wait in the terminal for a while. An old lady makes some ruckus and people point and snicker. I don't really think anything of it, but I might have heard her say the f word?
Long story short, I arrive in Las Vegas at 2 in the morning their time. That's 5 a.m. my time...on my birthday. You know, 'cause starting at midnight it was my birthday, April 26th. I'm now 28 years old. Yuck.
When I land, I turn on my phone, send Mikey a text informing him of my arrival. As soon as I get off the plane I make a B-line for the first bathroom and take the shit of a lifetime. I remember thinking that this was the best birthday present ever. I'd never felt such relief in my life.
I exit the bathroom, give Mikey a quick call while heading to baggage claim. Voicemail: "Hey, it's me. I'm on my way to baggage claim, you're probably already here. I'll see you outside in a minute!"
When I get to baggage claim, my bag is already circling. Did my shit really take that long? I pick it up and head to the passenger pickup and give Mikey another call. Voicemail: "Hey, it's me again. I got my bag and I'm headed out to meet you. I'll just head to where you normally park. See you in a bit!"
I head outside and he's not there. I'm instantly confused. I call him again. Voicemail: "Hey. It's me. Where are you? How come you aren't answering? Did you fall asleep? I think I'm going to just keep calling until you wake up."
And I do that. For 20 minutes. After that I leave another message: "Why you hatin'?"
I decide to wait a bit. I pull out my Nintendo DS and play a couple levels of Super Mario Brothers. But I'm restless and tired, so I call again. Voicemail: "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? HELLO? WAKE THE FUCK UP."
I would like to interject this story to let you all know that not once did I ever think something might be wrong with Mikey. I guess that's the kind of person I am. Self-centered.
So, 3 in the morning rolls around and I've weighed the pros and cons and decide that I'm pretty sure I know how to get to his house. I think if I get in a cab and it starts driving me I'd be able to recognize streets and turns and get us there. But it's not New York city. It's 3 a.m. and there's one cab there and it looks like some old lady is getting into it. I walk over to the cab and the dispatcher acknowledges me and tells me I can have the next one. The old lady that's going to use the cab says to the driver, "Let me go get my friend." She walks halfway to the door when the ruckus lady from earlier walks out yelling at the top of her lungs.
"WHO ARE YOU TRAVELING WITH?"
I'm taken aback, and not sure if she's talking to me or not, but the other lady yells, "What?"
"WHO ARE YOU TRAVELING WITH?"
"I'm traveling with you!"
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TRAVELING WITH??"
I guess dragon lady is pissed the other one left her in the terminal in search of a cab. They get into the loudest argument I've ever heard in my life between 60+ year olds. And the language! I mean, I swear plenty, but I was absolutely appalled! I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of their mouths. At one point, I almost asked them to tone down the language. I'm serious. Can you imagine me even asking that? That's how bad it was. Yikes. But it makes for a great story.
So I finally get a cab, hop in, and make it to Mikey's without any trouble at all. Who knew I knew my way to Henderson so well?
So I'm at Mikey's door and I start pounding on the windows until his dogs start barking. Soon he's at the door, clearly half asleep. He whips open the front door and in a way only Mikey can do (with a twinge of anger and annoyance) asks, "How did you get here?"
"With no help from you, asshole!" Yeah, he fell asleep. He checked his phone and the screen was frozen. It didn't ring. I turned his phone off and then back on and it said he had 37 missed calls. Hmmm, all from me.
We have a laugh about it and then go to bed. It's 4:30 in the morning. On. My. Birthday.
More later!