This weekend myself and my friends Jes, Lisa, Phong and Phong's girlfriend Susan are going to Vegas. We're running the Las Vegas Rock and Roll Half Marathon (Phong, remember when you were gonna do the full? Thank God, you decided against that). Yes, this is the same race I said I was going to PR at 1:50. Slight change of plans, Jes and I have decided on a new goal PR for ourselves. It's the run a mile, walk a mile, take a shot/shots PR. I mean hey, the whole normal just run 13.1 miles, we've been there, done that.
Anyways, that's not here nor there. The real reason I'm blogging has to do with our travel plans to and from Vegas. Yes, that's right we booked Spirit Air to save on airfare. $67 roundtrip flight from LA to Vegas? Score! That was until Jes called me on my way home from work today.
Jes: Salsa. We have to pay for our bags?
Me: Well, how much are you taking?
Jes: No. Salsa, I mean we have to pay whether we check or carry our bags.
***PAUSE***
I'm cursing myself in my head. I do not need another Skunk Outfit incidence. My friends will never leave anything up to me again--- ok, ok, yes, I made the travel arrangements and apparently, staying completely in character I managed to miss the fine print... AGAIN.
Jes: Just try and check the travel details when you get home to see what the best option would be (she was thinking: Don't fuck this up!!!!)
So as soon as I get home I hop on the iPad (damn computer still isn't working), and log onto Orbitz. Scroll, scroll, scroll, baggage policies. Click. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Must contact Spirit Air.
Oh a web surfing I will go. Spirit Air. Click. Our Optional Fees. Click. We will charge you for all checked luggage. We will charge you for all carry on bags. And, yes we will charge you both ways (wink, wink). Huh? I scroll back to the top of the page. I thought these were optional fees. How the hell is luggage optional? I mean, I know it's Vegas, but we gotta wear something. I start to think maybe I can just layer all my clothes for the weekend and wear it all on the plane. Bathing suit, check. Sports bra, check. Dry-fit running pants, check. Bedazzled Schatzle shirt, check. Slutty dress, check. T-shirt, check. Jeans, check and check.
Fortunately, just as I had tested out this theory and was severely uncomfortable Jes called.
Jes: Do you have a really huge bag?
Her plan? Consolidation. You wanna charge us Spirit Air? You want us stranded in Vegas without our slutty dresses? Well, you won't get the best of us, because Jes' mom is ha-wesome. Yup, that's right. We're gonna throw all of our shit in one bag. One bag, one fee. So there. And, you know you won't get us on weight, because Vegas dresses... Well, it's like packing air...
It's just air.
So, Spirit you tell us "Clothing Optional"? I tell you, I'm going to take my air dresses, and I'm gonna wear them all night long.
Adios motha spirit.
Xoxo. Jildo
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