Vegas notes Travel day

Well, I had been updating until we went to Vegas. Here are my notes and commentary:

I've never been on a plane. I've never even been inside an airport. So I was pretty much a 4 year old following JD around looking confused and scared. Of course the TSA can smell fear on you and yelled at me. More than once. I cried before we even got to the gate. (I later learned, there is no reason to yell at someone going through security at the airport. Thankfully, there is a Santa and he is an Asian man living in Vegas. Also, a lanky white man with a metal detector.)
Walking around the airport and drinking Starbucks green tea made me feel better. On our walk, we saw a man who looked like a French Pervert. Or a regular Pervert who waits at the Air France gate in airports. Later, he followed us onto our plane, and I was pretty much convinced that if I left my seat at all, he would molest me. I didn't leave my seat, but it wasn't too bad. I sat in the middle next to a woman who had never been on a plane before, and let me tell you, if I had been flying alone, I would not have been as calm as she was.

JD and I shared the snack box which contained beef jerky, cheese, crackers, "cookies", dried fruit and maybe another thing or two. It was only $5 and it was well worth it. JD chased it with a $5 beer. I played Bananagrams and listened to old NPR episodes that made me feel like a genius because I knew the actual answers to things. I was unimpressed with first class. It was just coach with 1 less row buddy. Not worth $1,000. They do, however, get drinks and snacks whenever they want. Minor plus when you consider the airplane potty.

As we were exiting the plan, the woman who had been sitting in front of us turned around and said, "are you guys getting married? You look young, you should get married." I'm polite to strangers for 2 questions. After the 2nd, I'm done. I've been polite to you long enough and now it is your time to be polite to me by leaving me alone. JD and I both told the woman we were not getting married at which point she began giggling about all the things a girl (I assume gender based on her list which didn't include blow jobs and home cooking) needs before getting married like "a BIG RING!" These things do not amuse me. I'm not the person who is going to elbow you knowingly (eh? heh??) about large diamonds, being good in bed, nice cars, or fat paychecks. I'm not actually shallow and I don't think those things are funny. So I was pretty much done with the lady and refused to look at her for fear of encouraging her to the point where she would hand us brochures for chapels and china patterns. JD continued to respond to her kindly.

We got off the plan safely, and got to the hotel safely, and thankfully JD is better at managing people than I am because I was tired and almost allowed MGM Grand to take $200 from me for no reason. They upgraded our room (because of JD, again) for free so we could have a king size bed. The room was in the West Wing and it was TINY. It was at the end of a mile long tunnel that became darker and more scary once you entered the West or Wing part. You walk into the room and you see the bathroom sink. No other room, or door just walk in: mirror above sink. To the left was the toilet and the shower behind their own glass walls. Which is saying a lot. It was really like walking into a public restroom and peeing in a stall. I was very discombobulated that there was no separate "room" nor a vent for the potty. I don't like people listening to me pee. When I go to the bathroom with someone I know, I left them pick the stall first and I go as far away from them as I can.

Don't even get me started on pooping.

Lucky I love my boyfriend in an open and honest bodily function kind of way because if I had been with someone else, I may have left the room to pee. As it was, I turned on the TV in the vanity mirror every time I peed. I'm sure that's what it was there for.

Las Vegas is 3 hours behind Michigan. I refused to change my iTouch time to "Vegas time" and my body committed to the cause by waking up at 6am-Vegas every morning. Which gave me 3 hours to be quiet in a dark room waiting to wake JD up. And wake him up I did.

To be continued...

(I know I'm laid off, what better things do I have to do that I can't update this blog in a timely and complete mannor? Three words: Obese Teen Pregnancy. You can combine them in many ways and TV has.)

(Plus, you know, looking for a job and trying to go back to school for free)