All The Open Tabs: Leaving Las Vegas... Possibly Never to Return Again.

Needless to say by the title of this blog you already know my first experience in Vegas was a bit dreadful. The day started off with a trip to Whole Foods, my boss and I jamming in the car to "Echa Pa'lla (Manos Pa' Arriba)"by Pitbull and having no traffic whatsoever to MIA. That good vibe quickly changed when we arrived to LAS.

On February 4th, at approximately 10:29 PM, I arrived to LAS with the intentions of this being one of the best trips of my life. Not solely because it was the "City of Sin" and I had 3 nights to explore it, but because it was the first time I was going out anywhere on my very own. This was the first taste of independence I have had in a while. So I move on to go look for my bag, and to my surprise all bags were gone. I went to the claims department and noticed a black rolling suitcase that looked just like mine. A big sticker was on the bag that clearly stated Mr. Hart.

I quickly approached a young lady and asked her where my bag was and she looked at me and said "Claim ticket". I gave her my claim ticket and I told her that my bag actually looked like the one out there. She looked at me again and said "Oh an old man came looking for his bag and his name was Mr. Hart. He must have taken your bag by mistake". My heart sunk as I proceeded to ask her, "Well didn't you check his claim ticket as you checked mine?", "No, he was older, maybe we overlooked him. Besides, he thought he found his bag".

And then I proceeded to do this... Which by the way, I hate and would never do. I was just so frustrated...

Needless to say, the claims department called me every couple of hours to give me an update and even told me to go shopping for clothes until my bags came back to the airport. This made me feel a little better but I still feared for the iPad I had in my suitcase but then also felt a little relieved "he was older...". Before going to H&M and shopping away my mini depression, I opened the find my ipad app and put a message on there for Mr. Hart and went on to make sure everything was in order.

After I come back from shopping the front desk calls to say they have my bag. Now I don't know if taking it to twitter had anything to do with it, or if Mr. Hart was tech savvy enough to turn on the iPad and saw my message to call the claims department, but my fears had been relieved and my prayers answered.

With all that out of the way, I proceeded to have a better time. Here are a couple of the better things that happened in Vegas.