The next day at work, I bring my laptop with intentions of booking a hotel by myself and then just telling everyone about it after it has been done. I figure this will diminish any possibility of argument or disagreement, and if it doesn't, well there's nothing they can do but bitch about it. The hotel is booked and there's no going back, so fuck 'em.
Long story short, I end up booking us the Deluxe Room of the Excalibur Hotel. The grand total is about $450 for 3 nights, so split 5 ways comes out to about $90 a person. There is a $100 down payment, which I opt to pay, and that will take care of my share of the room. I call everyone to let them know. Just as I had suspected, everyone just agrees to the price and says it sounds like a plan. Sometimes I'm not as big of a re-tard as I think I am.
We pretty much take the night off from any further planning.
The next day, October 31st, Halloween, the first night I decided to document this mini-series into my blog, is when shit starts to really hit the fan at full blast.
I opened at work that morning and didn't end up getting home until almost 1:00 PM. Needless to say, I was tired as shit. I took a nap, from which I was woken about an hour in due to a phone call from Phil. At first, I ignore the call, but then think that maybe it's important. It was, and not in a good way. I call him back only to hear the news that will set the tone for the rest of the day/night. Ruined.
As the story goes, it turns out that Rob was unsuccessful in obtaining the tickets for the 311 show. My stomach drops instantly. I feel nauseous, I almost throw up. I immediately yell back at Phil:
"What the fuck do you mean he didn't get them?!?!?! Was he at his computer at noon exactly, like I fucking told him to be?!?! How fucking hard could it be?!?!?!"
Phil proceeds to tell me that Rob was indeed at his computer at the correct time, and had supposedly even called off of work to make sure he could stay home and get them. Sounds somewhat legit, but I still have my doubts. He could have just told Phil that bullshit story to cover his own ass because he slept in and woke up too late to get tickets. But I have never really known Rob to be a blatant liar, so I kind of believe his story. I then catch my breath and calm down a bit. I start to question Phil on the current mishap. I figure that if they can't get into the show, they can still at least come with on the Vegas trip.
Me: "So what does this mean?"
Phil: "Well, I'm pretty sure it means we're not going to 3-11 Day. Unless we want to spend about $130 per ticket from a scalper, which is what the value is at this point."
Me: "Well if you guys can't get the concert tickets, then you can just spend the night in Vegas and me and Justin will just go and we can carry on with the trip at least."
Phil: "Um... well... I don't think anyone really wants to go now if we can't go to the show."
My calmness disappears instantly.
Me: "You've gotta be fucking kidding me!! You mean you assholes aren't coming anymore? I already booked the fucking hotel!! I already have 2 tickets to 3-11 Day that I'm not really looking to sell to someone else!! You mean to tell me that you are going to pass on the entire trip and leave me up shit-creek?"
Phil: "Well... I guess..."
I lose it all over again. I start screaming at Phil. I tell him they are all pieces of shit and if I get charged anything for canceling the hotel room, they are all giving me money for it. I hang up with him and immediately get a call from Justin. He assures me that even with all the bullshit that just went down, he is still in for the show/trip, and we can just find 3 other people to come with us for the trip if these assholes don't want to go anymore. This eases my thoughts a little and I thank him for not bailing on me. I call Phil back a few hours later and apologize for exploding on him. He forgives my being an asshole and apologizes for bailing on me, to which I accept the apology, but I make sure not to forgive his ass. I think his lack of protest signals that he knows I will never forgive his ass for this.
Later on that night is the Halloween party where everyone will be and I intend to set the story straight with Rob and get his and Jerry's own words as to why they're not at least going on the trip anymore. Mary shows up early to my place before Justin gets there. We sit and bullshit and I fill her in on the bad news. I tell her all about the failure to obtain the concert tickets, everyone bailing on me and Justin, and how we now have to find 3 more people to help pay for the trip, as we budgeted according to a 5-person group. She then tells me that if she can get some money together, she would be more than happy to be one of the 3 people, as she really wanted to go to begin with. I tell her that it is a definite possibility at this point and to let me know within the next few days if she can go or not.
Later on at the party, I run into Phil, Rob, and Jerry. I grab Justin and pull them all aside to discuss current events. This is where shit gets interesting...
Turns out Jerry and Rob never said anything to Phil about bailing on the trip altogether. When confronting them about leaving me and Justin to take on the trip by ourselves, Jerry and Rob tell me that they did then and still have full intentions of at least making the trip to Vegas. Rob also tells me that they might have a way to score some floor tickets through a family friend of his. I shoot a look over at Phil, who's definitely not about to confess to any misinformation that he may have given me. That's Phil for ya. He will admit that he was wrong, but he'll give a million and one excuses to justify himself, instead of just saying, "hey man, I fucked up. Sorry." So I don't even bother confronting him about the bullshit he was feeding me earlier. I don't know and I don't care. All I know is that now we still have our original group coming with to Vegas. Hooray! We all finish out the night in better spirits.
Now here comes the next dilemma: Mary is now excited about coming with on the trip, and we have yet to break the news to her that we probably won't be able to bring her with us, as the original group is now going and we don't need anyone to fill their spots. It sounds cruel, I know.
Don't get me wrong. I would love to have Mary come with us. She's fun as hell and I am positive it would be a good time. But the more we all discuss it (primarily Justin and I) the better a trip to Vegas sounds if it's just strictly "the guys" going. We want to go out, we want to be stupid, and we just want an overall guy's trip. We have plenty of time to get married and plan vacations with our significant others. But, for now, it's time to live it up like the bachelors that we rightfully are. That doesn't mean we're gonna go trolling the streets for filthy Vegas whores, it just means we want the option to be there. We won't actually pick up any prostitutes, but it still is a good feeling to know that if we really wanted to, we could. It's all a mental thing, but it's true.
So now we have everyone back in on the trip, but we have a few too many people wanting to go than what we started with. Bare in mind that our hotel only technically sleeps 4, and we're already pushing in a 5th person. Mary would make it 6, and now it seems that Stein is thinking about going, and everyone else has taken it upon themselves to start inviting more people. Anthony has mentioned coming on the trip and so has Max. Now comes the part when we have to break it to everyone, Mary included, that if they want to come on the trip, they have to do their own planning, as we already did ours. They will have to find a separate hotel room (even though Mary would for sure wind up in whichever one Justin was in) and they would have to book their own flights. Not quite sure how this one is gonna end.
Keep on the lookout for the shocking conclusion to Vegas or Bust: The Vacation Planning From Hell. I don't even know how it will all come together... the plot thickens...
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