I’m currently on the plane on the way home from Vegas. Obviously, I don’t have internet connection up in the sky, so I’m writing this in a word document to post when I’m back on the ground. It’s currently 12:25pm at home, and 9:25 in Vegas. It was an interesting experience this morning, headed out of the hotel and to the airport all by my lonesome.
It was really difficult to leave this morning though. I got everything together, gave Alli one last hug, and then headed out the door. I had to do it in a hurry though because I was starting to cry. So I stood in the hallway, cried a little bit, pulled myself together and headed downstairs.
The cab driver kept trying to talk to me, but I could not understand a single word she said, so that made for an interesting ride to the airport. I’m flying Allegiant, and I was surprised to find out that they don’t have a desk inside—you check in outside. It took about 45 minutes to make it all the way through security and to the gate.
When I got to the gate they were doing preboarding. Shortly after they started priority boarding. Since I chose to select my own seat during the reservation process, I boarded priority. I handed the lady my boarding pass, and I heard one attendant tell the one in front of me, “Make sure everyone is for this flight, and not the next one.” So the lady looks at me, looks at my boarding pass and says “South Bend?” I say yes, and she tears off my stub and I get on the plane. But then I get seated and I look at the clock on my cell phone, and I’m thinking hmm… this seems awfully early to be on the plane. So I ask the guy next to me “What time does this flight take off?” and he says “6:25” So I ask, and where is it going? At this point, I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m crazy, but he answers me “Sioux Falls” CRAP. I’m on the wrong plane! Though, I’m kind of ticked that the lady at the desk didn’t catch that. It wasn’t a big deal, I got off, waited and got on the correct flight. But it was like, hmm… where do I live again?!
We were late boarding—by about 20 minutes probably, and then we waited while maintenance changed some light bulbs. But the pilot said that he’s moving a little faster than planned, with good tail winds, and he was trying to get a more direct route so that we’d not be late arriving. We’ll have to see how that works out. 
Right now, we have an hour left before our projected landing. I have Ratatouille playing in the background, so I’m going to end this here, and focus on the movie. Also going to see what food I might have in my carryon. I don’t have money to buy food on the flight, but I *think* I might have moved beyond the unsettled stomach and into hungry. Hard to tell.
It’s kind of been the theme of the week—“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Unless you’re traveling with a group of bloggers.”
