Have you ever had one of those days where it seems everything possible goes wrong? Well that is how my vacation went.
It begins simply enough, I play silly online computer games, meet a sweet, funny, charming, boy on said computer game. We start talking on the phone, we spend hours (once 14 hours) on the phone every day. It seems like we have known each other for years. I’m hooked. Only trouble is he lives in Vegas, literally, the other side of the country.
I, being the hopeless romantic I am, buy a plane ticket and make plans to meet sweet boy in person. Around the same time he gets a new job. Almost instantly the phone calls and texts stop. There is still a month to go before my trip. It’s ok I say to myself; he is working 14 hour days 15 if you count the hour lunch break and is 3 time zones away of course you’re not going to hear from him as much. Somewhere in the back of my mind I’m very aware that I could receive a voice mail or text message at my convenience and at least know that I was thought of; I gave him that courtesy with no response from him.
Flash forward to one week before the trip. Still little word from sweet boy. I prepare myself for a solo trip, at least I’ll get some much needed “me time”; maybe I’ll even get some homework done by the pool. Rest and relaxation here I come.
The big day comes I spend 12 hours in airports and on planes. (I almost missed my connecting flight because I was chatting in the smoking lounge, maybe I should have chatted longer… but that’s another story) I finally arrive at Las Vegas McCarron Airport, turn on my phone and find a text message “call me when you get off the plane”. My spirits rise. “He’s here,” I think, “maybe this wont be so bad after all.”
My plane arrived at 8:55pm Vegas time, which is midnight my time. I was tired and travel weary. He took me to my hotel where I showered and climbed into bed. He spent the night that night and we explored all the things you just can’t learn about someone over the phone.
At some point (I don’t remember exactly when) he says to me, “You’re lucky, I don’t have to go into work until 9am tomorrow.” He usually goes in at 6am. Somewhere in the back of my head I think “I’m lucky, what about you? Aren’t we here together?” Leave it to me to ignore warning signs.
The next morning I wake up early (3am, I’m used to being up at 6 my time) and doze while enjoy some snuggle time as he sleeps. “This is nice” I think. When the alarm goes off he 1/2 wakes up I try to get him up but it’s not working. I finally convince him to at least call out which he does.
From the hotel room window you can see mountains in the distance. I mention that it’s too bad it’s 110 in the shade ’cause I would love to go hiking in those mountains. We get dressed and he takes me to a lodge/restaurant in the mountains for lunch. It’s a typical tourist trap place with pricey just ok food but a beautiful setting. It was a very nice day, but he had to leave when we got back to help his dad fix the air conditioning in their house. I’m disappointed, but understand, air isn’t a luxury when you live in the desert it’s a necessity.
He doesn’t call or comeback that night.
The next day I know he has to work, but I’m not sure what time. I read my book in the hotel room, doze a bit, and get some of that me time. 5pm rolls around I’m hungry. I text him, “join me for dinner tonight?” 9:15ish my phone alerts me to a new text message “I’d love to but I can’t I have to help someone with something gonna stop by and grab my toothbrush then have to go”
I flew across the country to see him, he tells me he loves me then he’s gonna blow me off to do “something for someone”. I’m not completely stupid I saw the warning signs, but if you don’t want to see me just say so. I’m pissed and I tell him as much. “I’m standing out side the door” is the next text I get.
I open to door a crack, and flop back into bed. He comes in pee’s grabs his stuff and walks back out. WHAT THE FUCK. I chase him down the hallway, he smells like beer. So he didn’t just get out of work just wants me to think so. What the hell is going on I ask. He says he’s gotta go and can’t explain now but will explain later. After going back and forth like this a few times I say fine Fuck You and head back to the room in tears.
As it turns out he had a 1/2 way decent excuse not to stay with me that night (1/2 way is being generous but at least there seems to have been a reason). That doesn’t make me feel better, and it doesn’t make coming in and leaving like he did right. I want to go home and I want to go home now.
I didn’t sleep that night, I cried and called some friends and my parents. The latter of which bought me a ticket to come home a that day (a day early). The flight wasn’t until 1:55 that afternoon and it was 6 am. I showered packed and checked out of the hotel by 9 am and took a cab to the airport, I just wanted to be home.
At the airport I checked in for the new flight and tried to cancel the old one. However, was told that because I booked the ticket originally with Orbitz the ticket had to be canceled through them, and they don’t usually give credit you just lose the money. LOVELY. I say through tears that I don’t care I just want to go home. (I realize now that I was over tired and overly emotional) The man behind the counter hands me a box of tissues. I find the smoking lounge and have a 9 dollar drink to calm myself. Then I buy a new book and make my way to security. The security guard looks at my licence then my ticket then back to my licence.
Security guard: “You drive with this?”
Me: “Um… yeah… why wouldn’t I?”
Security guard: “It’s expired”
Me: “Shit… really?”
Yep it really is, I’ve been driving with an expired license for 3 months now. Great. I make my way to the terminal. And proceed to wait the 4 and a half hours left before my flight. Which turns out to be longer because the plane was late getting from it’s previous flight. At least I’m on my way home.
Did I mention that I also got my period somewhere in the midst of all this?
Finally, we board and are in the air late but I have an hour to spare before I miss my connecting flight, I should still have plenty of time. Nope, we have to fly around a storm making us even more late. We land in Detroit at 9:37pm local time. I have exactly negitive 2 mins to make my connection. I’m at gate #70 my connecting flight is leaving out of gate #15. Can this day get any worse? RUN!!!!!!!
They hold the plane for me, winded and out of breath I throw my boarding pass at the lady at the counter and without stopping hurry down the walkway to the plane. As I sit I overhear someone behind me loudly whisper why did she run? She wouldn’t be out of breath and we wouldn’t have had to wait if she had taken the tram. I look out the window and into the terminal. Sure enough there is an indoor over head tram to take passengers from one end of the terminal to the other. FUCK ME. Oh well, I’m going home that’s all that matters. I grab my phone to turn it off and see that I have 3 new texts… skimming them quickly I see that my sometime during the last flight they gave my friends grandmother 24 hours. I can’t call or write anything meaningful because the captain is on the overhead asking us to turn off all electronic devices. I quickly respond that I barely made my connecting flight and will call as soon as I hit the ground. The rest of the flight was rather uneventful. I slept a bit, and managed to make it home.
My friends grandmother didn’t make it through the night actually she didn’t make it to my frantic text as I was boarding the plane. My license is still expired and I’m out the $250 bucks I spent on the original plane ticket. I’ve also lost all faith in my ability to judge people… or at least listen to myself… and all faith that there is someone out there that wont make me cry. But hey live and learn right?