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- Our flight to Vegas was scheduled to leave at about 8:45 p.m., but when we got to the airport, we were informed it was delayed an hour and a half. This was the weekend before Christmas; the airport was packed with people, and bad weather in other cities was causing flight delays. Since we had gotten to the airport early, we had a little time to kill. The video monitor said we'd be leaving at 10:20 p.m. Then it said 10:45 p.m. Then 11:00, 11:15, and finally 11:30. I asked a security guard if there was a curfew for departing flights, and he said no flights could leave after 11:30. As our plane was arriving, a representative from the airline told us that if we could not get the plane off the ground by 11:30, we would not be going to Vegas that night. He had us all organized to rush onto the plane as soon as the arriving passengers got off. We left the ground at 11:28 p.m.
- I had a very bad cold the whole weekend; the sore throat was hellish. To make it worse, the Sunday we were there was Las Vegas's coldest December day on record (temperatures in the teens, bottoming out at 11°F).
- We asked for maid service at 3:00 p.m., 5:00 p.m., and 8:00 p.m. on Saturday, but neither of our rooms ever got cleaned. Finally at 11:00 p.m. we just said forget it and asked for some fresh towels. The next day we complained at the front desk and got $10.00 taken off each room's rate.
- This was the trip of the demon plane rides. On our return flight, we sat in the very back, and as we were taxiing away from the terminal, there was a distinct smell of fuel. (This is very common when you're sitting in the back, especially if it's cold out). Well, some rowdy New Yorkers smelled it and started yelling stuff like, "There poisoning us! She's gonna blow!" They were joking, of course, but it turned out to be pretty stupid joking because the passenger sitting across the aisle from Mom freaked. He started going on about how the airline was trying to kill us, and how he was going to sue, and he was extremely abusive to the flight attendants. They finally calmed him down enough so that we could taxi back to the terminal where he was escorted off. While taxiing back the captain announced that we were returning to the terminal to check on some smoke that was coming out of one of the engines. Initially I thought this was just a ploy to get this lunatic off the flight; however, they eventually had us get off the plane and board another one. A lot of the passengers were then saying stuff like, "Boy, that crazy guy was right!" But I'm pretty confident that the guy freaking over the fuel smell and the engine trouble they actually experienced were unrelated.
