As I Promised...

A recap of 3 very interesting days. Let's start with Thursday.

Thursday:

7:30am: It is morning, and I've just gotten off work. I look forward to 2 days of Shay's Best Man competition, followed by his ceremony and the reception. But, I'm tired, so I go home to nap first. I text Shay: Wake me up at 11 so I can pack, hit the road, and get to Vegas in time for the 6pm start.

8:30am: Sleep.

12:00pm: Shay calls to wake me up. I pack a suit, 2 shirts, 4 ties (I like to have options in case I change my mind), my computer, my camera, and I hit the road at 12:30pm, after 3.5 hours of nap. I am powered by 1 Red Bull, 1 Booty Sweat, and 1 club sandwich.

4:30pm: I arrive in Vegas and go home to relax before leaving for the competition.

5:20pm: I leave for Shay's house.

5:25pm: My work calls me in an emergency. The guy covering for me has gotten into a vehicular collision, leaving him in the hospital. Out for an undetermined number of days, my boss pleads with me to come back and work for a very busy (sold out) Oscar weekend. "As soon as you can; tomorrow, Saturday, anything," he says. I say I will call him back. I mull it over as I drive, and I decide to return tonight. If I’m not going to be at the wedding, there’s no point in this.”

5:40pm: I arrive at Shay's house and tell him (and the group) the bad news. Everyone is disappointed, but understands. Shay gives me my shirt as a souvenir: Best Man Competition on the front and back, and my number is 3.14. Haha. I hang out with everyone until they leave for the first contest.

7:00pm: After fueling up, I leave Vegas to drive back to LA. I stop only for McDonald’s, and even then I did drive-thru and ate on the road.

11:30pm: I arrive at work after going home to shave. I am dead tired at this time, but don’t sleep. I’ve got work to do.

Friday

7:30am: I leave work. I go home to get much, much, much needed sleep.

2:41pm: My boss calls me. He thanks me for coming back, and offers to fly me to Vegas for the wedding on Saturday. Only catch is I have to be back on Saturday night for work. Sure, I says! That could be fun, and make for a great story down the road.

9:00pm: I buy my ticket. Since I want it to be a surprise, I rent a car as well. I get dressed in an ensemble that is suitable (haha) for both work and the wedding.

11:00pm: I’m at work. I conserve energy for the long day ahead. I order a sandwich from room service, but I save it for later.

Saturday:

8:00am: I leave work and head straight for the airport. I park in a remote lot and take a shuttle bus in. Annoying, yes, but I don’t feel like parking at the airport for $30.

9:55am: I paid $45 out of pocket to get bumped to first. In a suit and with a rolling carryon only, it’s the only way to fly. Flight departs. I sleep for half an hour, get a ginger ale, and eat that sandwich.

11:00am: I get to McCarran. Shuttle bus to the rental car center.

11:30am: I leave the rental car center. I booked a midsize, but get upgraded to a Premium. That’s right, one of the new Avalons, and boy howdy that’s a sweet ride. Unfortunately, I had to pay a $25 underage charge, so my rental goes from $40 to $65 for a 5 hour rental. I go home to relax and straighten myself up.

1:00pm: I arrive at the Flamingo. I see Dick and Josh right after I parked my car, and we go in together.

1:30pm: My boy Shay becomes a man. And an American citizen.

2:30pm: After a plethora of pictures, we leave for the reception, all the way up at 95 and Durango!

3:00pm: I arrive at the reception. I have some vodka and 7UP, a hot dog, and lots of chips and guac. I chat it up for a while with everyone.

4:30pm: I leave the reception to take care of everything before I leave town.

5:03pm: I return that sweet rental car. Shuttle bus to the airport.

6:40pm: I paid $45 out of pocket to get bumped to first. In a suit and with a rolling carryon only, it’s the only way to fly. Flight departs. I sleep for half an hour, and get a ginger ale.

7:45pm: Flight arrives at LAX. Shuttle bus back to find my car.

8:30pm: I get home and sleep for a little more than an hour. Then, it’s shower and shave, and more work.

10:45pm: I go to work. I close my eyes for about half an hour when it’s slow because I have lost some motor functions at this time.

Sunday

8:30am: I leave work, go home, and sleep until 9pm the next day.

So, you now understand why I had to type all this instead of texts. This would be a ridiculous amount of texts. While I had to work all 3 days I was supposed to be off last week and now am 2 days away from completing a 13 day stretch, I 1) got to fly round trip first class for essentially $90, 2) got a really nice car for 6 hours, and 3) get paid a buttload of overtime and double time. This paycheck will be a-very nice.

Oh, and this stunt has casted me into Legen-hope-you’re-not-lactose-intolerant-because-the-next-word-is-dairy status at work. Woohoo!