I'm sure many of you have a most memorable moment in Vegas which I would love to hear. Mine was our annual March Maddness trip the March after 9/11. I and 2 buddies were flying from Rockford Ill on Trans Meridian which I had never heard of but my buddy J told me that he had taken the trip a few times and it was well worth the $99 each way non stop price. A little back ground on J is needed as he is the type of individual that if you say or do something wrong he is going to let you know it. J had been in a bad automobile accident about a year earlier and was heavily dosed in vicodin by the time we got to the airport. J, I and T got on the plane and I have been on regional jets with more leg room as my knees were pushed back into my chest due to the lack of leg room. J and I were sitting next to each other and I'm like WTF I thought you said this airline was fine ? J said something about this not being the normal plane that he had flown on previously. Before takeoff a stewardess is talking to a passenger near us and says something about a strong head wind and we will need to stop to refuel. I elbow J and say WTF I thought you said this was non stop ? J says she doesn't know what she is talking about. We finally take off and a couple hours into the 3:30 flight they come over the intercom and sure as shit we are landing in a place I can only identify as Sage Brush Kansas as there is a runway with a few hangers and no town in site. I once again elbow J and say WTF ? We land and come to a stop and the pilot comes out of the cockpit lowers the aircraft stairs and walks around to our side of the aircraft. He is standing outside our window talking to the 1 guy driving the fuel truck and hands him a credit card to which the fuel truck driver can be seen shaking his head no! I repeat my new phrase for this trip WTF J ! After 30 minutes and numerous phone calls by the pilot and fuel guy we finally are getting fuel put into the plane. Afer getting fueled I see the fuel guy hand the pilot two brown paper bags with what I can only conclude are bottles of booze. We then go to take off and I look up the aisle towards the cockpit and see the stewardess using her leg to help keep the swinging cockpit door shut ( After 911 and they don't have a secure cockpit). I elbow J one last time and say you have got to be Fing kidding me. We finally arrive in Vegas and I get off the plane standing in the lobby when T gets off and says where is J ? I say he was right behind me and should have gotten off before you ? At that moment T and I look out the window and see our buddy J in the cockpit with the pilots waving his finger and siliva foaming from his mouth. I think it is safe to say his Vicodin had worn off. Within the next year Trans Meridian went belly up and all passengers and crew were stranded and left on their own to find a way home.