Saturday, June 18, 2011

Cursed Vegas

I've always had a love hate relationship with the city of Las Vegas.  My first trip there was AMAZING!  I had a wonderful experience - luxury car, amazing suite, great food, just overall fun. That was my love experience, the one that with every subsequent trip I've made out there, I hope to recreate.  Unfortunately, with every trip it's only gotten worse.

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 ringing BLOWING up with the message that my little boy was very sick and I needed to pick him up immediately.  Mommy mode kicked in immediately, so 5 hours later, after a trip to the doctor and a run to my mother's house to drop off the little guy, I realized I really wasn't feeling so hot either.

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. 

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