Arrived in Vegas on an uneventful flight that I had the pleasure of sitting by a chatty young man... okay, he might have been 30-35 but he was so nice and could tell I was not comfortable flying... he chatted while we took off and it made the trip go by fast. It was only 1hr 24min in the air.
For some reason I spilled my whole story to him about the band and fear of the plane seat and blah blah blah.... Now I think why couldn't I have just shut up already...
NSV: plane seat was awesome, plenty of room and the belt had 8-10" left on the tail of it!
Arrived and checked into a beautiful suite and thought about hanging and ordering something from in suite dining but couldn't find anything that sounded band friendly so check this shit out......
I went downstairs and entered a restaurant BY MY SELF and ordered a meal and enjoyed it quite a bit. (baked chicken breast and some yummy smashed yams) Then promptly lost $50 in a slot machine and called it quits.
So now I am hanging in the room, watching some tv and thinking about hitting up the spa tomorrow for a haircut as I didn't get around to it before leaving. The rest of my crew gets here tomorrow afternoon so I may go do a walk of the strip and scout out some coffee if I can't get an appointment for my hair.
They actually have a scale in the bathroom! A Scale! nothing like keeping you accountable :)
Well my peeps, I've bored you enough about my little adventure.....Goodnight!