Day 1: YVR to LAS
10 July 2015
Took the skytrain to the airport for the first time today. Lots of men asking where I'm going and a few asked if I was going to a funeral which was off. Now I'm sitting at the airport grabbing breakfast, catching up on emails, all while waiting for departure.
Dear god. I'm stuck on a plane with a cult.
The issue with a well known travel agency that is from Australia is that they all cheer together and brag about how amazing their agency is. If this is the foundation for the weekend then I am going to die. I'm glad that I don't work for this company but I'm here because our agency is partnered with them and made enough money to qualify for me to go.
Both of my co-workers that are on this trip with me are out looking for booze while I'm sitting in our room at the Venetian, it's a huge and has a great view of the airport. When my colleagues did show up, one of them was stuck in the bathroom as White Castle wasn't sitting well with her. After some pepto, we played cards against humanity with a few drinks before heading over to Tao's Beach Club which was fully rented out for our group.
It turned out to be gross. About 10,000 people smushed together into a pool club and the only drinks they had were melted freezy/slushy things. My colleague ended up throwing in a bush while we were headed back to the hotel. She was the only one to drink the melted slushy so that makes sense. Now we are going to drink at the casino for free instead.