Freaking Out Big TimePosted by in General
You may or may not know…On June 9th Keith Urban (referred to from here on out as KU) is playing at the Mandalay in Vegas. I have had tickets (and pretty damn good ones I might add) to this show…for months and months as they were purchased on presale. BFM lives in Vegas…and LOVES her some KU so we are going to this concert.
Initial plan was for me to drive down on Thursday June 7th. No biggie right? I do it all the time…500 miles one way alone…I know the route like the back of my hand. Well…all this was thwarted when Doris the Rav decided to display her intermittent starting problem. So I didn’t really want to drive a car with a possible problem through the desert alone during the heat of summer because I had visions of me walking down a lonely highway towards a call box…while buzzards circled overhead just waiting to pick out my eyeballs. That freaked me out a little.
So then I decided I would rent a car. Until I found that most places will not rent to you for the advertised price if you are driving out of state…not to mention the fact that I wanted a biggish car not a Kia Rio type car…and by the time I rented the car then paid for gas for the trip I would be spending a hell of a lot of money to get to Vegas.
I can’t drive my mom’s xterra because…well I find driving her car uncomfortable for 10 miles…I can’t imagine trying to drive it for 500. I just don’t fit well in the seats…and I refuse to drive my dad’s silverado anywhere…even though I love it to death. The last time I borrowed his truck the advertisement on the side of a transit bus flew off and hit the front grill causing $1600 worth of damage and that wasn’t even my fault!!! So …
I ended up with a ticket to Vegas on Southwest Airlines…which ended up being just slightly cheaper than renting the car…plus I don’t have to pay for gas with the plane. Anyway…I don’t know if I mentioned it here or not…but I am PETRIFIED of flying. PETRIFIED. The last time I flew alone I decided to upgrade to firstclass…mostly for the free booze. Of course this didn’t work out so well because I had just a tad too much of the margarita and ended up scared to death that the plane was crashing because I bent over to get something out from under my seat and the whole damn plane felt like it was coming with me. Luckily I didn’t go with my first instinct when I thought the plane was crashing which was to scream something to the effect of “DEAR GOD WE ARE GOING DOWN” because I am sure that would have gone over well.
So I have been ignoring the fact that I have to fly but today…is the 1 week mark…as I leave Wednesday evening from San Jose International…(now called Mineta or something like that)….and I am totally freaking out. I hate flying. I hate heights. A little part of me wants to call off the whole damn thing and email BFM the tickets and say here you go..have a blast. I mean I won’t because I already paid for my flight…but …ACK! And I mean ACK!!! I am freaked out.
(yes I even checked busses and trains…busses take 18 hours to make it- which is about 10 longer than it takes me and trains? Forget about trains because out here passenger train service sucks big time).
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