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Thursday, March 15, 2007
Some vacation that was
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[Ed. note: republished with permission.]
First of all, my apologies for that train wreck of a post Avitable put up. My hair looked way better than that when I was in Vegas. Unfortunately, my hair is just about the only thing that worked out on that god forsaken trip. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
First I got bumped to a later flight. Then something on the damn plane broke and we were stuck on the tarmac for three fucking hours. Fucking Jet Blue. Passenger's bill of rights, my ass. "Article I - After three hours, you get an extra packet of peanuts. Article II - Go fuck yourself."
After approximately 206 days of air travel nightmare, I finally arrived in Vegas only to find my luggage was on its way to Dayton. Nice. I was stuck with only my carry-on. I spent all that time picking two Do Me Now Prince outfits and they were both in Ohio. At least I brought the plastic and there's no shortage of places to shop in Vegas. But first I had to get to the hotel.
Outside the airport I managed to snag the dumbest taxi driver in history. The guy knew two words in English and kept repeating them constantly.
"Yeah, yeah, ok! Ok, yeah, ok!"
"I said TAKE ME TO THE RIO HOTEL!"
"Ok, yeah, yeah!"
At least he understood the word "stop," which I had to yell at him after we drove past everything in the city twice. I ended up taking a damn bus to the hotel.
I'm convinced I'm cursed or something. The hotel screwed up my reservation and I ended up in what was probably the smallest, shittiest room in the place. But at least "
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