Yes, that is a king bed with five pillows! Count them, five pillows! I was a little bit excited to get to my room in Las Vegas after a hellish day of airplane travel.
I started the day at 3:30 AM running on two hours of sleep because I have yet to figure out how to pack a couple days in advance. The flight from Fargo to Salt Lake City was nice I think. I definitely fell asleep on that one.
It was still dark when I landed in Salt Lake City, which was nice because I was able to see the Sun rise with the mountains in the background. Little did I know that I would not be able to get on the first flight to Las Vegas, or the next, or the next, or the next. And I certainly didn't know that I would also be watching the Sun set from the walls of the Salt Lake City Airport. Sounds like a fun day, right? WRONG!
Can you guess who was on that plane? Everyone but me.
By midday I made friends with the other passengers waiting for a seat into Las Vegas. We were like a herd of cattle shuffling from concourse to concourse, gate to gate.
When all hope was lost, and I was third on the list to get a seat there was a distant like that shone through the darkness. One person didn't show up for the very last flight. I was still out of luck because two people were ahead of me. When the gate agent called their name, they said they didn't want to split up. Then the gate agent called my name and I almost jumped in the air. I didn't even give her the opportunity to ask if I wanted it and just said, YES!
By some stroke of luck I had managed to snag the last seat into Las Vegas for the night and I was off on yet another adventure.
I got my luggage, which had arrived earlier in the day, and headed off to get my car. They upgraded me from a full size car to a small SUV. Score! It didn't have an AUX port, or built in nav, even though it had a screen. But it did have XM radio. Score again! I guess.
The hotel was no more than 10 miles from the airport in Henderson. When I got to the counter the lady wasn't going to let me check in because it was made under my parents account (even though they put my name on the reservation) and I wan't 21. If you ask me the whole being under 21 thing is stupid! And it's not like it was a casino hotel with bars everywhere. It was a Choice Hotel. A hotel chain I had no problems checking into when I got stuck in Minneapolis a year ago when I was 19.
You are legally an adult as soon as you turn 18. I was no longer considered a minor by most of the US. I could even be tried as an adult if I were to commit a crime. But am I able to check into a hotel? Nope. I could sign up for the military to die for this country if I chose to, but a hotel is out of the question. Does this make any logical sense to anyone? Please explain it to me if you know why.
Okay, hotel age rant over. Sorry.
The bathroom was MASSIVE
Finally she let me check in after seeing that it was prepaid... thank God! I get to my room on the third floor and it's a handicap room. So the room and bathroom were twice as big! Score!
Then I took some photos to document the wonderfulness of a bed with five pillows and the sheer size of the bathroom and I literally crashed onto the bed. I was out in seconds of my head hitting the pillow.
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