I want to start by thanking the wonderful men who work for TSA at the Las Vegas Airport. Without them, none of this would have been possible.
Although I am not an expert runner or professional chef, I still blab on about those topics like I know what I am talking about. Well, today you are in for a special treat, because the topic at hand is something I have been training for over the past 10 years.
I always loose my stuff while traveling. Car keys, cash, ID, wallet, camera, phone, etc.
In my defense, once in a while those things are stolen, like when my entire wallet was picked out of my bag in the Orlando airport on my way to a cruise.
Sometimes I don’t even realize it, like the time that I didn’t know my car keys were missing until I was standing in front of my car in the airport parking lot.
Once in a while, the items are returned to me, like when I left my entire wallet in a limo in Las Vegas. I wanted to kiss that limo driver’s feet.
Usually, everything turns out fine, because I am traveling with someone else who can help me out. However, it was a bad situation when Dan and I both lost our phones during a layover in the Denver airport on the way to Napa Valley.
It was getting so bad at one point that Dan and I were considering paying someone minimum wage to follow me around just to make sure I didn’t misplace anything. We calculated that it would have been cheaper than replacing the items I lost!
Those stories are just the tip of the iceberg. You would think I would have learned my lesson. That I would have my wallet chained to my body at all times. But, last night after I paid the taxi driver my wallet didn’t make it back in my purse. Sigh.
I will skip the description of the freak out panic attack that happened for the next 30 minutes. It wasn’t pretty. I am sure that people who saw me are telling stories of the crazy woman they witnessed in the airport.
After I calmed down a bit I made my way to security to see if there was anyway I could get on the plane without an ID. They asked if I had anything else with my name on it. Wouldn’t you know it – having a Binion’s Players Club card pays off in more ways than free food. Next the security officers asked Dan and me questions separately. Once our stories matched up we were good to go, and even had a VIP escort to our gate where I drowned my sorrows in a pretzel.
Lesson learned – make a copy of your driver’s license and put it in your suitcase. If you forget, it doesn’t hurt to have a Binoin’s Players Club Card.
Lunch was from my new favorite downtown Vegas restaurant – Kabob Korner. The food was great and we had the added bonus of watching Pakistani music television while waiting for it to be cooked.
Yesterday was another elliptical day at the hotel. I did a 30 minute cross training workout that left my leg muscles screaming. I am ready to hop back on the treadmill today.
Bye Bye Vegas. I hate to see you go, but I love watching you leave.