VPC Went Vegas Day 10; Eh?

I didn’t put in my earplugs in this night because of Baars ignoring the alarm capabilities. We have an 12:25 flight towards Toronto so a 10:30 taxi seems in order. I check my email before I want to hit the shower and see an email from Expedia that says there is a change in my travel plan.

Wait whut? The Toronto – Amsterdam flight is cancelled and there is a flight booked for Baars and me from Germany’s Frankfurt to Amsterdam. ON SUNDAY!!! I call Bozzie and inform about this trouble in paradise situation. We all booked separately since Expedia only allows groups up to six people.

A call to Expedia – who ever so friendly put me on hold for ~ 15 minutes while using a mobile phone – results in a ‘there is nothing to see here people’ response telling us to just go to the airport. Having checked McCarran departures there is zero change our flight leaves at 12:25 since it’s already on a three hour + delay. Hoping Air Canada somehow found a solution we make our way to the airport only to be told what we already knew; WE ARE F*CKED!

We’ll miss our connecting flight in Toronto and will have to spend the night there. Awesome. This causes several problems. Bozzie is missing his daughter’s birthday. Damvic misses a free dinner party. Wum has to change his Tinder settings to Toronto. Baars has to arrange employees to run the pub an extra day. Jezlo’s leghenne are about to explode. Al that and we have to start this terror off with a 200 minute wait.

Since we’re going to be seeing airplanes and airports for the next ~ 48 hours we grab the nearest cab to get away from this one asap. Wum, Jelzo, Bozzie & Iebus go Outlet Shopping. Baars, Hugo, Damvic and me make our way to the South Point Hotel & Casino. I look at the Delly menu for a while before making the worst possible choice by ordering two slices of salami Pizza that taste like feet. Some 2/4 limit gambling and roulette pass the time before we should be heading back. To Baars this delay feels like a scene from the movie classic ‘Casino’ when the high roller wants to leave Vegas with money in his pocket.

While waiting at the gate in Vegas Baars comes running at us with the biggest smile of the trip. He claims he just won back the money he lost at South Point and then some. I thought these airport slot machines had the worst pay-out in town. Well, it’s not the slot machines that made hour hero a rich man.

Baars: “I bought a limited edition bottle of Frank Sinatra Jack Daniels”
We: “How much was the bottle?”
Baars “Only $ 450,-“
We “So, were is the profit in this – so far, very lovely - story?”
Baars “They are selling these bottles empty for 1K on Ebay”
We “Nice. So, your selling this bottle then?”
Baars “HELLS NO!!!”
We: *ROFL*

The Toronto Flight is pure torture. We’re flying with Air Canada’s El Cheapo Division; Rouge. No in-flight entertainment, a middle seat, 100 degrees and about a million IBM employees talking shop have me on the verge of murder. In Toronto Air Canada handles thing about as smoothly as Steve Harvey handled the Miss Universe competition. With a business as usual look we are told we’re on a mild 22,5 hour layover here. No biggie. Hugo gets sent to Switzerland’s Zurich first the next day on a 16:00 hour flight. Iebus, Damvic and Bozzie are on the 17:00 flight towards Frankfurt and the other four of us will be on the redeye to Frankfurt at 21:30 hours. Absolutely marvellous.

We are send on our way with an address for a hotel and a breakfast voucher worth no less than seven Canadian dollars. It’s balls freezing cold in Toronto and due the lovely weather in Vegas I packed about zero coats. There are some people that run worse however as I see them waiting for the shuttle bus at 15 degrees and gushing winds in flip flops, shorts and sleeveless shirts.

It’s 12:30 AM here in Canada and we’re hungry. We call the hotel to see if we can eat there but the bar closes in 30 minutes. The shuttle arrives every 15 minutes but about 50 people need to make their way to the Crown Plaza so Baars and I miss the first shuttle. We wait inside the airport, grab a bite to eat and charge our phones while using the delly’s pie server trying to break into Baars’s suitcase that somehow refuses to open. The next shuttle drop us off and the boys have ordered us burgers and beers. Well played, guys.

The bar closes at 2AM so it’s bedtime. Baars ****s something up with our TV set which leaves us with just the sound. Jelzo texted soft porn was to be seen on channel 34 so we miss out on that. Bummer. At first I wanted to sleep in but I’m not spending the day hanging in a hotel lobby so I set the alarm for 10 AM. Let go and see what balls freezing Toronto looks like with no coat.