The Tales: The first couple of days in Vegas I was really sick. I had a really bad flu. I was stuck in bed until Saturday when I felt better which is a good thing as that night I was going to the UFC fight.
The rest of the week was pretty usual. Drank, Slept. Shopped. Slept. Relaxed. The normal vacation type things. Compared to other times in Vegas, this time it was pretty low-key. Didn’t really do much. I guess I’m growing out of Vegas. The flashy lights. The tourist attractions. The ongoing energy being pumped inside hotels. The late nights. It was all repetitive to me. Been there. Done that. The first night at Paris Hotel was pretty good, however. I spent most of the afternoon with my father playing the slots and getting free drinks and food from the VIP section. After he left, I went up to my room for a bit and watched some TV. I then got bored, so I decided to check out what was happening downstairs. As soon as I got onto the main level, I heard some music. Funky music. As I got closer, I realized a band was playing. I had to check them out. Soon enough, I found the band. They were playing in a small airport-type lounge bar near to the entrance of the hotel. I sat down and ordered a few drinks. Checked out a few sets. They were good. Did some good covers of Steve Wonders’ `Superstition‘, Supertrmp’s Its Raining Again, and of course, Frank’s melody, My Way. After the show, I strolled along what seemed to be downtown Paris and finished up my rum and coke. I noticed a circular type bar Decided to check it out. Sat down and ordered a beer. Met a few people while there. Even a drunk Canadian from Vancouver who thought Maestro Fresh Wes was the best thing to come out of Canada since Led Zeppelin.
HA!
On the flight home we got a bit of a scare. Well, not really, but it was pretty funny. As my father and I were sitting in the comfy first class seats (once you go first class, you never go back) on the plane, a guy came on. He was around 5′6ish, early 20’s. Typical American Eagle type guy. Likes rock, drinking and is from a middle class family. Anyway, he told the flight attendant that his girlfriend was caught at security and if they could wait another five minutes for her to get onto the plane. The attendant said it should be okay and that they should be waiting for another ten minutes. The guy went to sit down. Before you knew it, the plane was getting ready to depart. The guy’s girlfriend still wasnt onboard. As they were closing the doors, the guy came rushing back up the isle and asked the attendant why they couldn’t wait for his girlfriend as she promised. She said that they had to leave. They were on a tight schedule. He was about to head back to his seat, when he decided he wanted to leave. By this time the plane was about a hundred feet away from the gate. We had to turn around. People upset, the staff members quietly making fun of the mad boyfriend, the plane made the turnaround and headed back to the gate. As they opened up the doors once again, there was another couple waiting to get in. They were allowed to enter the plane, as was the girlfriend who was left back. However, the boyfriend was so mad at the airline that he decided he didnt want to fly anymore. So, after all that trouble the guy and his girlfriend had to leave the plane. After another twenty-minute wait for us to get clearance from the tower, he were finally on the way back home.
The quote of the flight came from a guy sitting next to us. He asked the pilot if he could request to get off in Chicago because his girlfriend was waiting for him.
I felt like I was on that A&E TV show.
