Uh oh. Anxiety is creeping in. I've been horribly excited about the Vegas trip. But now, a week and a half out, I am beginning to feel anxious.
You see, it appears that most of the folks going will have the comfort of familiarity with them - in the form of a buddy or two or three, a brother, spouse, etc. either traveling with them or with whom they are meeting upon arrival. Having that "out" available for commiseration and company can make the unknown less anxiety ridden and greatly reduces the chance that you'll find yourself lost and alone in a back alley downtown wondering how you got there. Although, for some of this crew, that could happen anyway - finding themselves not alone, but waking up together in some back alley off Fremont Street wondering how they got there. Pass the SoCo, it'll get figured it out.
I digress.
I'm arriving solo - and stepping way out of my comfort zone. And that evokes remnants of old anxieties that tend to cause me to duck back into my shell. I know I'll be able to get from the plane to the hotel room. But from there? Errg. So, I am making a request to the cool kids - grab me by the ear and say "C'mon" before I have a chance to retreat to room service and HBO. I need a guide!
