Back From Vegas

The work conference in Las Vegas last week was a busy one. Every day from Monday to Thursday we were either in sessions or walking to sessions in the conference centre from 8am to 5-6pm. Our hotel was about a 35 minute walk away so supper was often not until 7 or later at night.

My co-worker and I checked out the free sights as much as possible (except on Tuesday night when I just crashed for the evening in my hotel room) and paid for tickets to see the Cirque du Soleil show Ka which was quite amazing.

The flight back was very stressful. We were supposed to fly out of Vegas at 9:43 but were over an hour late due to runway construction, meaning our connection in Chicago's O'Hare airport was tenuous at best. Like contestants on the Amazing Race we ran through the terminal from B concourse to C concourse only to arrive minutes too late to catch the plane. It was still docked through the window but they refused to open up. I hate airports.

We were able to get on a later Ottawa flight that would leave in a couple hours, but had to catch it at the E concourse in terminal 2 which was overcrowded, hot, small, and I'm sure the source of the sore throat I ended up getting on Saturday and that I'm still recovering from today.

When we got back to Ottawa late Friday night, of course our bags did not make it. The airline only had two hours to redirect them after all *sarcasm*. So I went home with my carry on bag and no clothes or toiletries. Sigh. Fortunately the airline was able to locate the luggage and send it on via delivery to my door Saturday evening.

As I mentioned, I felt under the weather Saturday with a terribly sore throat and complete lack of energy resulting in a long nap in the afternoon which I rarely do. On the upside, being sick seemed to help me overcome the three hour jet lag faster and I felt mostly back on schedule Sunday.

The boys remembered me despite being gone for the whole week. Lukas had the most interesting reaction, staring at me in wonder for about 30 seconds as if he was trying to figure out where he knew me from. Soon they both had the "daddy" neurons going and it was back to normal.