Vegas Vacation.
One goal – find a way to play in the World Series of Poker – Main Event.
This story starts at 5 A.M. on Tuesday, the 16th of June. We make it to the Parking Spot by 5:20. My gf and I sit in row 11a in car (as we are told) with the lights on because it is raining. One shuttle comes down row 12 a few moments later but keeps going. Then the next shuttle goes by, then the next one, then a fourth. Finally D calls the front desk and gets a rude a-hole that just responds, “They are coming! Hold on!” A few minutes later another shuttle zooms by in row 12. Finally the rain stops and D calls again half yelling, half crying because we have waited patiently for over a half hour and now we are verging on missing our flight since it takes off at 7.
Luckily we got their attention because the next shuttle came directly to our car so we loaded up and had a direct path to the Southwest gate. I had hoped this wasn’t the start of a bad trip and more bad karma headed our way. Read more…