This week concluded my summer internship working at a nonprofit green innovation company. I’m happy to be done with it because I wasn’t a big fan of being stuck in an office on a computer 80% of the time. However, this means that it’s only a matter of days before I embark on quite possibly the most intimidating trip of my life as of yet.
On Sunday, I’m leaving on a 5-day trip to Las Vegas, Nevada. Some people may see this as an enjoyable opportunity and covetable experience. I don’t share these sentiments.
First of all, I have never been on a plane before. I grew up on the east coast, lived in the same exact house for 18 years, and then moved a shocking three hours away for college. The furthest west I have gone was Indiana, but that was on a bus for a band competition in high school, so it hardly counts.
It’s not the safety of the plane ride that worries me. It’s getting through the tight security. I’m worried that I’ll say something stupid and accidentally get pegged as a terrorist. I might pack something in my bag that isn’t allowed (like a regular-sized shampoo bottle), and they’ll seize all my belongings. I might leave my bag on the floor for two seconds while I run to the bathroom, only to get tackled by security while I’m trying to pee. Okay, I’m also a little worried that I might find some snakes on the plane and not be able to locate the nearest Samuel L. Jackson.
And then, once I get off the plane, the fears will only propagate. From what I gather, Vegas has alcohol, gambling, legal prostitution, and shows. The shows are expensive, so I’ll only be going to one. That’s one night covered. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do with the other four. I don’t like loud areas, expensive things, or excessively drunk mean people. And I highly doubt sitting in my hotel reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas while drinking Grey Goose will cut it for getting the Vegas experience.
So I guess my problem is that the entire time I’m there, I’m going to be completely out of my depth without any safety net to fall back on. This is scary for me because, though I love to try new experiences, I don’t like trying all new experiences that include things that make me very uncomfortable. Vegas sounds like a great idea three months beforehand when it’s only a vague mirage in the distance, but now that it’s time to pack and leave for the airport, I’m thinking I should be settling my affairs, just in case.
If anyone has any advice or words of comfort, please share. And if you guys don’t hear from me after Friday, you may assume I’ve either been eaten alive or eloped with an Elvis impersonator and became a showgirl, and you may begin divvying up my things.
They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but I’m probably going to post it all on here anyway, so you can look forward to that when I return on the 22nd.