So I flew into Vegas late on a Thursday night, really only excited to be geting away, even if it was for only a weekend. Although I've never a fear of flying, I hadn't realized this was my first time on a plane since flying home from New York in the Spring of 2001. Nevertheless, boarding the plane wasn't as dreadful as people make it out to be and the Jameson and ginger ale made the flight go by much quicker than anticipated. Upon arriving to the baggage terminal and meeting our companion, I began contemplating the journey ahead. Walking through the carousels, I noticed all the finely tailored drivers holding their signs, waiting for the people anxious to see all the glitter and the lights. I thought to myself, we must be the only ones walking through here that don't have slot machines, casino hotel swimming pools and all night clubs on our minds. All I could think about was getting to the 15 as quick as possible. The sooner we did that, the sooner I could pitch my tent.