What Happens in Vegas, Stays In Vegas

Although a work trip / mini vacation didn’t turn out the way I imagined it to, I’ll always remember it.

Flashback to early 2019, the year started off as a wreck for me. No really, I got into a car accident on my way to get an X-ray because I had sprained my ankle a week prior.

Fortunately, my luck was turning around (or so I thought) when I was told I would be going to Las Vegas with my coworker that shared the same position as me, for a conference at Caesars Palace. I couldn’t help but cry on the webinar when I was told the news because of how unfortunate my year had started out.

My coworker and I quickly started to plan a mini-vacation out of this trip since we would have a day to ourselves before the conference started. We wanted to extend our stay, however, our flight back would not be covered by our work. We both agreed to have one day to ourselves because we weren’t able to save up as much money as we would’ve liked since the trip was in a few months.

At 6 a.m. on May 18, 2019, I left my house to meet my coworker at her house. There we were, standing in her kitchen talking about how excited we were for the trip when all of a sudden we hear *ping*. We got an email notification that our 10:15 a.m. flight had been CANCELLED.

I don’t know who was more confused and frustrated at this time, us or our poor manager that got woken up by our phone calls and messages. Still confused as to what was going to happen, we headed out the door to make our way to the airport to sort out this problem.

After a few hours of phone calls, we were booked on another flight later that night. I almost got booked on a different flight from my coworker. I would’ve gone to Edmonton then Las Vegas while her flight would make a stop in Detroit then Las Vegas. This turned out to be an issue because this was my first time on an airplane as well as leaving Canada. Yeah, just my luck.

Fortunately, we both made it on the same flight. The day we were supposed to have to relax by the pool, walking along the strip and seeing a show, was out the window. So much for the vacation we planned.

We got to our hotel around midnight. Angry, upset and tired, we went to bed for an early morning for the conference. Do you think my luck turns around for the remainder of the trip?

It’s no surprise that some things happened for the remainder of our stay.

During our lunch break, jet lag hit me and I had the worst migraine of my life causing me to miss the afternoon sessions of the conference. I went back to my hotel room to rest. I overslept but I did manage to make it to the closing ceremony for the conference. This is when my coworker and I headed back to the room to get ready to enjoy the little time we had left in Vegas.

Our night consisted of a delicious dinner at an Italian restaurant in Caesars Palace, followed by non-stop walking along the strip. We also went into a few shops and other hotels, of course, to get a few souvenirs. My excitement took a hit when street performers approached us. Clueless me said hello to more bad luck and bye-bye to $40 I had in my wallet.

Before we ended our night, we relaxed in the whirlpool tub in our room. At least we got to wear our bathing suits even if it wasn’t at the pool like we hoped we could enjoy. We were off to bed once again for an early morning. This time it was for check out then on to the bus to take us to the airport.

We made it back home, disappointed by our eventful trip. I guess I did get what I wanted out of it, for it to be memorable. You know what they say, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas… including our bathing suits. We left them in Las Vegas along with my bad luck.

Two good things came out of this trip; memories and a new friendship.

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