The trip to Vegas which was not.

Right now, I am supposed to be at a hotel in Las Vegas Nevada getting ready to go on an evening of batchlorette fun, starting with a 3 hour tour of the Vegas Strip in freaking SUV STRETCH LIMO!!!

I hope that the other 10 girls are having an awesome time, and living it up, and doing all those crazy Vegas things - cause I am not.  I am not there.  I didn't make it to Las Vegas.  And I have no one to blame but the airline.  From here on out, I don't fly Delta, and I only make direct flights to my destination.  Not really a good experience for my 'first flight'!

Oh, we went to Buffalo, parked the car, got to the airport in plenty of time, got to the checkout counter, and were told that our flight to Atlanta had been canceled due to severe thunderstorms.  The entire Atlanta airport was shut down - no flights in or out.  Hard to be upset about that really.  That was supposed to be a 6:30pm flight leaving Friday night - we would have been in Las Vegas by midnight. (Buffalo-Atlanta-Las Vegas)

The best they could do for us was re-book us on a 4pm flight leaving Saturday afternoon to Detroit (then to Las Vegas).  Grumbling at our lack of choice, we took it, and found a hotel in Buffalo.  We made the best of it, my mom and I; the rest of the girls were all on different flights which didn't have to go to Atlanta, so they had no trouble getting to their destination.

Day two in Buffalo, we went shopping, out for lunch, etc, then headed back to the airport, happy that we'd finally be on our way.  Checked in, got our boarding passes, went through security, found our gate, bought some reading material for the flight, and went to wait.

Then we noticed a pattern of a lot of passengers going to the gate desk with problems.  Like... almost all the passengers.  Turns out, our plane was late.  And there was no way on God's green earth that we were going to get to Detroit in time to make our connecting flight to Las Vegas.  Like, they figured we'd land in Detroit at 5:35pm - the exact time the doors would be closing on the plane we were supposed to be getting on (THREE TERMINALS AWAY).

They could give us a new flight (Buffalo-Cincinnati-Las Vegas) at 7am Sunday morning.  We'd just have to spend another night in beautiful rainy Buffalo.  This is the point where we said 'This is enough, let's go home'.  We weren't very interested in spending half of our Vegas Vacation in Buffalo.  Something about coming all the way back to the airport yet again for another chance to possibly, maybe, get on a plane just wasn't something we wanted to do.

I'm not really upset about not making it to Vegas - crap happens.  I'm sad that we missed the limo ride, and that we'll be missing a tour of the Grand Canyon on Monday...  But it just wasn't meant to be I guess.  Maybe it's God's way of telling us that gambling is really, really bad.  The annoying thing is the amount of planning and preparation that went into this trip, only to have it all unravel in a matter of minutes.

Much to my BF's happiness, I'll be spending the rest of the long weekend in Sunny Southwestern Ontario.

When (life) kicks you in the face

It's one of those things that, *sigh*, just deserves a blog...

"You beat that video game? What are you going to do with your time now?"

"I don't know... I guess it's suicide again for me"

[disapproving look, which was ignored/missed, followed by a double handed shove to the shoulder]

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Things I learned from this encounter:

1. 'I guess it's suicide again for me' is a quote from The Simpsons.

2. Just because your boyfriend frequently calls you a weakling doesn't mean that once in awhile a good unsuspecting shove won't knock him right off his bed.

3. Big guys fall hard.

4. Beware the flailing feet - they'll get ya in the face.



Yes, I almost broke my bf's ankle by shoving him off his bed.  Yes, he kicked me in the face on the way down.  Yes, we're both bruised.  Yes, we're ridiculous.  And yes, I felt really, really, really, really bad.

Luckily, his ankle isn't broken, and didn't swell, and I didn't get the shiner I thought I might.

What is going on in this town?

Ok, so the 25 seater big bike rolling down main street blaring 'Tutti Fruiti' isn't completely unheard of.

And.... I suppose when you have to move a king sized mattress to your new home, on top of the van, with no straps or ropes, will do - as long as both the driver and passenger are hanging onto it...

But come on!  Middle aged man in a clown outfit standing on the street corner having a chat with a lady and a dog?  Really??? A dog?  *sigh*

This town forgot to take it's crazy pill today.

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So what's new in my world?  Well....  My bf turned the big 3-0 yesterday.  He's so old now :P  I thought I might list the top 30 reasons why I love him, but decided that it would cost me too much in postage to mail you all vomit bags.

We walked through a house for sale the other day.  Mostly because it's well within an acceptable price range (basically, that works out to when buying is cheaper than renting).  Unfortunately, it was a little more run down than expected and it would cost more to fix up than the house is really worth.  Oh well.  Not really too serious about buying right now anyway; I was more or less just curious to look through the house cause my grandmother lived there 20 years ago.

Also, I think it's time to throw away the Toshiba.  No, like literally THROW it.  I was trying to watch Grey's at lunch today and between trying to ignore the lines which have taken over half the screen, and becoming increasingly annoyed every time the computer randomly shut down on me, (no less than 4 times within 20 minutes), I was just about to shove it off my coffee table and stomp all over it.  (even more annoying - it shut down while I was typing that last sentence - nail in the coffin, computer, nail in the coffin.)

That is all.

"Careless Women never appeal to Gentlemen"

"Man needs it in driving"...
Wouldn't this guy just roll over in his grave if he saw a woman driving a man around!  Ooh, the horror!

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Grand Ole Opry *tear* :*(

You've probably heard that Nashville has been hit with massive thunderstorms/rain/tornadoes/flooding over the past couple days.

The Grand Old Opry is not immune to disaster either. If I was there right now, sitting in the same seat I sat in two years ago, I'd be sitting underwater.

I've walked through that stage door; I've stood on that stage - no one's standing on it this week, it's all underwater.

Grand Ole Opry Moves This Week's Shows To Other Nashville Venues Due To Flooding

Also, the stocks for Gaylord Entertainment (the owners of Opryland) have tanked.  People are so fickle.  It's probably a really good time to buy some of that stock, cause this is just a minor setback for that company; things are going to soar once it's all fixed up again - you can't kill country music that easily!