But I'm getting ahead of myself. Best way to tell the story of an adventure is to start at the beginning...
Eleven years ago, I first saw an ad for the Star Trek Experience on a rented movie and decided I HAD to go. So when I found out earlier this summer that it was closing... lets just say, it was Disney World all over again: another major disappointment. The falling through of Kate s plane tickets didn't help... and my disappointment was magnified greatly by another group of friends stealing my idea and going..
So when Kate came into my room a week before the closing weekend - when I was PMSing hardcore - and brought up the trip that I had become resigned to not be going on... Lets just say I was not prepared to be having that kind of conversation on cam!
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Stardate -314340.3346994535; Friday August 29
the week leading up to our departure was full of errands and organization. I lost track of all the forms I filled out and all the IDs I got! Friday homing I was so stressed I didn't think through my plans... so I was so late picking up the rental car, all that was left was a black Dodge Charger (the most phallic car ever made!). Not only that, but the traffic to and from the airport was so bad I ended up an hour late to pick up my passport! I had to beg at the back door of the government office for them to give it to me! I was so relieved to have passport in hand, I barely noticed that I logged in an hour late!
Kate and I left town in the penis car shortly after our shifts, stopping briefly for last minute forgotten items and munchies. After an hour long wait at the border (flirting our way across), we decided to stop at the convenience store right after the border.
Our adventure truly started the moment we walked in that door... While we were expecting something a little more along the lines of a convenience store - with food and necessities - the sheer amount of Junk this place had... It was a mix of a garage sale, an antique's auction, a novelty shop... with some food and snacks thrown in almost as an afterthought!
I spotted a gas mask lying almost forgotten in a corner, and Kate immediately was drawn to it! She astutely noticed that although it was in the corner with the items priced from $200-$500... it had no label! The guy in charge for the night didn't seem to know much about what it was she was holding... as the price he quoted us was $20! A mint condition, WWI gas mask in the original box w/ instructions... we practically RAN out of there after she paid the man with our find!
And it was on that highly portentive note, that our FREE VEGAS Adventure began!
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Roughly 3 hours later, we pulled into the Airport Economy Parking lot. I crawled into the back seat only to discover... we had forgotten blankets and pillows... and all of our wardrobe was suited more to a hot desert climate than that of cool northern NY. A shivery 3 hours later, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon, and planes already in the air, we got up to begin the second leg of our trip.
(more to come... check back in a few hours!)
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