My next trip out, I was 20 weeks pregnant and still suffering from nightmarish morning sickness, so there was absolutely no fun in that trip WHAT.SO.EVER. The next trip, a year later and this past January, I felt horrible before leaving. Call it a combination of missing my baby and a general worrisome feeling about my job, whatever it was, I was miserable and that trip wasn't a ton of fun either.
However, this last trip takes the cake! And has further convinced me that Las Vegas is simply not a town for me. Let's start at the beginning. This was my first trip with my new company, and I would be working with our CEO, so it was an important trip. Unfortunately, my husband was out of town on a business meeting, so the prepping for, and leaving this time, was not at all normal. Tuesday afternoon I found myself feeling very odd, not quite right, but assumed that it was just being tired from a late night at the office and poor sleep the previous night. But at 3 PM, my phone was
The next morning I woke up (at 4 AM - ugh!) feeling even worse, but knew I had to pull it together and get on the plane. It wasn't until I got into my room that I knew I was sick. I was in town for an event that was being held outside. June + Desert + Outside = NO FUN Not to mention it was 106 outside, the hottest of the season I was told - so I was in for it. 10 minutes out there and I wanted to die, and I still had 3 hours and 50 minutes to go. Those minutes ticked by slower that I could have imagined. I hung in there though. But by 6 PM that evening, I couldn't get to my room quick enough. No exciting nightlife, no great dinner, I was asleep by 7:00 PM.
Thursday morning, a mere 17 hours after I had arrived, as I was leaving at 4:00 AM, many people were still out partying, and I was simplying trying not to puke or passout. I made it so far as the security line before I collasped, literally, right there in the TSA security line. Thankfully a very sweet TSA agent was able to assist me and I was pushed through the airport in a wheelchair - to sick to even care. I made it home without any further embarressments, but am convince Vegas is not my town.
So my love hate relationship continues....I watch television shows and think "wow - what a fun town" but then quickly remember my experiences and shake it off.