Hi all, I didn't want to clog up trip reports with this, but I wanted to share, so I'm posting it here. Mods: if it belongs somewhere else, feel free to move it. While penning my trip report, I came up with this. As my trip report was long enough as it was, I decided to edit this out and hope to post it in another section to read. So here I am... I hope everyone enjoys this read as much as I did writing it... (be forewarned, it's a bit of a long read): Anticipation I try my best to keep on with my normal life until the trip takes place, but as most of us degenerates know, it’s often tough… Six to 12 months out, you make a rough plan to attend Vegas on some dates that are not exactly set yet. This is great. You’re going to Vegas, WOOHOO!! The excitement fades quickly because it’s really too early to book anything, but that doesn’t keeps you from occasionally looking at hotels and flights. Unfortunately there’s not much to do but wait until you're about three or four months out from the trip. Roughly three months out flights appear more affordable and hotel offers start rolling in. You firm up the dates and go to town! You find a flight that works and you book your hotel(s). YES!! You’re booked!! Still kind of early to get too excited, but the relief that you're booked is enough to get you through this next month or so. Over the next few weeks, you double, and triple check to make you sure you got your dates set correctly. Occasionally you check flights to see if there is anything cheaper, but turns out you’re golden. You take a deep breath and assume your normal life. A couple months out, the itch is there. Your trip is booked and all you really have to do is wait. You’re able to remain calm, but your upcoming trip is a topic of conversation with friends, fellow Vegas degens, and even people who could give a shit less. Nevertheless, you are able to retain your composure and lead a “normal” life. 30 days out, there is a personal struggle going on mentally trying not to just WAIT for the day to arrive. During these 30 days you read every trip report of fellow Vegas degenerates, think about past trips and how THIS one is gonna be the BEST ONE EVER. You watch “Vegas" movies; keeping a countdown somewhere of days left, and plan on what you’d like to do when you get there; all while trying to live your daily life. Two weeks out the struggle is real. You almost can’t keep up with the all the trip reports you’ve subscribed to on the forums, but you do your best. You take trips to the local casinos (if available) and convince yourself you’re just “practicing” for your trip in a couple weeks. Seriously though, at this point, if you didn’t have any real obligations you’d be in Vegas the next day. Nevertheless, you fight the good fight and keep your composure for the good of yourself, family, friends, and humanity in general. One week. Seven days. It’s not even a joke anymore. This shit is going down, in seven days. You start some serious planning; keep up with trip reports the best you can all while making notes on places you’d like to check out that other people have mentioned. You’re done “practicing” at the local casino because you need to preserve your bankroll. You save your favorite “Vegas" movie(s) for this week, and savor them. The true planners start packing their suitcase, the degenerate procrastinators are too busy practicing on Winpoker to hone strategy. Life continues for the rest of the world, but you’re really just counting days. Couple days out. If you’re not officially on vacation yet, it’s close. Even still, who cares? You’re gonna be in VEGAS in a couple days! The suitcase is at least dusted off, but may or may not be packed; shit, it’s Vegas, what all do you need? Money, underwear, pants and a shirt. Ok, ok, maybe a swimsuit because THIS TIME you’re going to the pool. Anyway, you’ve got two days; you can pack in an hour. You check for your players cards, pack them, possibly before clothes. You think you’re ready for the day before departure, go to bed, getting your best night's sleep for at least a week maybe. 24 hours. Why am I not in VEGAS yet?!! It’s so close you can taste it. You can almost smell the casinos and Fremont St. (ok, that was just the water treatment plant you just drove by). You check-in for your flight if you’re too thrifty to pay for good seats. You check, double-check, and even triple-check your commute time to the airport to make sure you’ll have plenty of time to get there, get through security, and make your flight. If you’re not actually on vacation yet, this day is CRAWLING by; even if you’re not working. You think to yourself, “I’ve waited this long, I can wait one more day.” If you’re not packed yet, you finally pack your luggage, carry-on, and whatever else you need so you can grab it, throw it in the car and GTFO of town to the airport. You go to bed and wait for your alarm the next day, but can’t even sleep; either because you’re too excited, or because you went to bed at 8p because you have to get up at 4a for a 8a flight, because you need as much time as you can get in Vegas. You manage to pull off a couple hours of sleep, not that it will help any, and then the time finally arrives… V-Day. At some point today, you will be in the promised land; VEGAS. Your alarm goes off, you’re groggy, you head for the shower. Given what lies at the other end of today, it’s still a fight to get your ass moving, but you do it. Shower, coffee, energy drink; you name it, you consume it. F breakfast, you’ll get something en route or at the airport. Luggage in tow, you make it to the airport. Your planning has paid off. You’ve made it to the airport, parked, and past security; with two and a half hours to spare. “Yea, sure, but if I had gotten here with an hour to spare, I would’ve miss my flight,” you rationalize. Who cares… You find your gate, get a snack, and wait. Boarding is imminent, Vegas is just a takeoff and landing away. You’ve done it. “Flight attendants, prepare for takeoff…” You’re seated and belted in; scrunched into the seats that only Jockeys can really seem to enjoy. No matter, Vegas will be here sooner than you can imagine, yet realistically, not soon enough. Taxiing to the runway, you smile, because…. Vegas. The plane’s brakes release; you and a few hundred other Vegas degenerates get sucked into their seats and slowly launch into the air on a giant jet-propelled machine that you really have no idea how it stays in the air, yet, you don’t really care, because… Vegas. As the earth passes below you, so does time. It’s a great view from the plane if you’re lucky enough to see it. Realistically, the plane ride isn’t that long considering the mileage you cover, nevertheless, it’s never fast enough. You do what you can to pass time, the faster the better. The engines slow, you feel like the plane is going to drop from the sky; your descent has begun. Before you know it, you’re on the ground, taxiing to the gate. You can see the Mandalay Bay, the Luxor, and other resorts out the window. YOU. ARE. IN. VEGAS. You arrive at your gate. It’s so close… You can’t wait to tell everyone you're here. You wait for a plane-load of people to grab their carry-on suitcases because they can’t be bothered to check baggage. Finally, you step out of your seat, walk up the aisleway, and through the jet bridge; Dean Martin’s “Ain’t That a Kick In the Head” starts playing in your head. Finally... you step into Las-F'ing-Vegas. YOU. MADE. IT. VEGAS.