Note: This is an older Las Vegas trip report that I am posting for the entertainment of Las Vegas addicts and anyone else who loves fun. It was written back in 2005. Most of this information is now outdated and some places mentioned no longer exist.
Sunday, June 5, 2005 – Day One of Ten
I left New York City on Friday, June 3 and headed to Chicago/Indiana for a fest.
On Sunday, June 5 – I wake up in Chicago and head to the airport. I am leaving from O’Hare to Vegas; my friend is leaving from Midway to go back to New York City. We cab it to O’Hare, have lunch, and she takes off to Midway. I now have a bit over two hours before my flight.
I am hung over and very, very tired. Finally it’s time to smoke the last cigarette and head to the gate! Oh no, my flight is delayed 18 minutes. Uh oh, here comes the Slumlords curse! See, every time anyone flies to anything that has anything to do with the band Slumlords, they end up having a horrific flight. Guess who I saw play in Indiana? Slumlords. This curse was all started by my friend Carlos, who’s first flight to see Slumlords saw him delayed something like five hours when his plane was hit by lightning. It continued onto me when I flew to Montreal to see Slumlords. My friend, who lives in Montreal, called the airport to see if my flight was on time and they told her my flight was cancelled. So she doesn’t come to pick me up, because she thinks I am not there. But I am there. Waiting. And waiting. I sat at the airport for about an hour before I tracked her down, and boy was I surprised to learn my flight was cancelled, especially since hello – I took it and I’m now in Montreal! The curse grew stronger when Carlos flew to Baltimore to hang out with Slumlords and then continued onto Vegas. He hit major turbulence and had a flight with NO air conditioning. Serves him right since clearly this is all HIS fault for starting this stupid curse. And now it’s my turn again.
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