Last Day in Vegas

Time to start packing. I definitely didn't take as much care packing to go home as I did to come here. I brought a lot of clothes that I didn't wear because it wasn't warm enough.

Angela, Susan and I went searching for a place to eat breakfast and we couldn't find anything open, believe it or not. Again with the hard to find food, let alone healthy food. It's a good thing that I had a bunch of sample protein/carb bars from the expo. I just ate one for breakfast.

Angela and Meghan wanted to shop and it was their time to do what they wanted because they haven't been able to do anything they wanted to do in Vegas because they have been through airline hell. First of all their flight was cancelled on Friday and they had to re-book to leave on Saturday. They were put on stand-by and when they finally boarded the plane, their luggage didn't make it. Finally, they arrived in Las Vegas, but no luggage. They had to buy all their race gear. Hopefully they will be reimbursed for the night they lost at the hotel on Friday.

Once Meghan and Angela left for the airport this afternoon, after less than two days in
Vegas, Susan and I had an an hour to kill so we went in search of food. We were definitely
under-caloried on this trip, and it definitely isn't a great venue, in my opinion, for a marathon or any athletic event, at least not for athletes who want to eat well.

I haven't mentioned that the Nationals of rodeo have been in town since Thursday and will last for 10 days. We have seen alot of cowboys this week-end, and I gotta say that the hilight, besides Cher of course, was seeing all of those cowboys. When we were at Starbucks this afternoon, there was a tall, strapping young man in front of us with a cowboy hat. Susan and I didn't want to take our gaze off of him. Not only was he the epitome of a cowboy, and very polite by saying "Thank you, ma'am" to the lady who said "Jason, your Grande latte is ready", but we looked down and saw spurs in his boots. 'Maan', we thought, 'he must be the real deal'. I started a conversation with him about the rodeo and asked where he's from. "Wyoming Ma'am", he said. Usually I don't like it when somebody calls me ma'am, but there's something about a real cowboy calling me ma'am that made me melt. He's also a steer wrestler - no wonder he's so big and muscular. Susan and I melted at his cowboyishness. We wanted to sneak him home in our suitcase, but his girlfriend quickly came to his rescue.

We checked out this morning and left our luggage at the bell area. It was time now to pick it up and catch our shuttle bus to the airport. Arrival at airport... check; flight departure on time... check; check-in...check; sit and relax for a couple of hours... check.
I just got a text message from Angela that their flight was cancelled again. Air Canada will put them up in a hotel for the night. What bad luck. I wonder if they will ever get home. The time quickly came to board the plane, and guess what...I'm sitting beside a cowboy.

I'm watching CTV News and it tells me that Edmonton has had alot of snow and is very cold. Actually, I heard throughout the week-end that it was cold and snowy, but now it is closer to reality. I hope my car will start. If it doesn't, I may be calling my Dad to come and rescue us. Just kidding Dad. I wouldn't do that to you at midnight. I'm sure there are tow trucks at the airport for just these kind of situations.

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