Strike One?

It’s 8:46am, and I sit here in the Philadelphia airport awaiting my flight to Vegas. I should be excited, right? Well, I am. But I would be more excited had I been on the 7:45am flight that I had scheduled. My alarm clock was set for 4:45am, but I didn’t get up until 6:15am. Why didn’t I get up? Did I sleep through it? Did I just hit snooze for an hour and a half? No. My alarm clock thought it was Saturday instead of Friday, and it never went off. So I rushed as fast as I could to get here, but catching that flight was impossible. So I sit here waiting for the next one. I guess the good part is that while I was supposed to fly standby on this next flight, they still gave me a ticket, so I’m definitely on the next flight.
So, why am I going to Vegas? My brother-in-law, Jason, has this fascination about Vegas and he talked my brother and I into leaving the family behind and going on a “bro-cation” to Vegas. Just the guys. Should be great, except Jason isn’t coming. He went and bought a house and now doesn’t feel that it would be financially smart to go. That sucks. I was, however, able to get my Dad to come with us, so that will be awesome!
Where is my brother, Mike, and my Dad? Did they miss the flight? No. They were on a different flight, and are already in the air. I was the only one who missed the flight. I’m calling this “strike one.” Hopefully, there won’t be a strike two or three, which to me would indicate that this whole trip was a mistake.
I was able to secure a two-bedroom, sleeps eight suite at the Marriott Grand Chateau, which it just a half of a block off the strip, near Paris, I think. I got it through my timeshare exchange, so it cost me hardly anything at all for the week. I’m looking forward to getting there.
Right now, we don’t have any plans. Well, other than Mike, who is going to go motivate people at the Mudder in Vegas tomorrow. I don’t plan on going to that, so I believe I will get to spend the day with my Dad.
Mike and Dad don’t gamble, whereas I do. But I don’t need to spend lots of time doing that. I’m more excited to eat nice meals and see great shows.
It’s starting to get crowded here in the waiting room, and now I have to pee. Ugh. Well, hopefully the next thing I post here will be telling you about how awesome the rest of the day went.

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