It was literally last night that I spoke the words, “I just don’t know if I could eat by myself in a restaurant.”
I bet you can’t guess what I’m doing right now.
But, when you arrive 2 1/2 hours early for a flight (better to be safe than sorry! I listened to my dad on this one and trust me, I am way safe), why not enjoy a late, long lunch at Cafe Intermezzo instead of agonizing over one of the disgusting quick meals in the Airport cafeteria? Right now, I’m waiting on my chicken and rice soup and anticipating this experience of traveling completely by myself.
I accidentally traveled alone on my Europe trip: once because of a missed flight, again because of an experience in bad decision making.
There’s a bit of a thrill to it – traveling alone, not making bad decisions – and I guess it’s something to get used to with the career choice I’ve made.
There’s a serenity to only keeping up with myself, not to mention having the time to type on a computer at a cafe like a real writer. Even though you’re alone, there are tons of other travelers who have to mutter the feared words, “Table for one, please.”
I still don’t know if this is something I could stomach at an actual restaurant, but I’ll probably have to decide that for myself upon my arrival at Bellagio.
Since my NextGen Boot Camp (a pre-conference training for new advisors) doesn’t begin until the morning, I imagine I’ll take the time to see Las Vegas. Since I just so recently saw Las Vegas, I would guess that the aforementioned statement means “time to check out Caesar’s Palace Mall.”
I’m heartbroken that I don’t yet have the American Express Platinum status to gain access to the SkyLounge. One day.
I’m also a little let down that the only free internet sites I can access at the ATL airport are government-related. I have to say that even the airport in the great little land of France provided free WiFi. Let’s get on this, America.
With that being said, this post will be put up once I get to Las Vegas.
On a side note: do you ever take an empty seat thinking, “Wow! This is a good seat! I wonder why no one has taken it?” and right as you sit down you finally see the two toddlers jumping on the table beside you? It’s too late to casually move. You must commit to either staying for good, or making a scene of glaring at the toddlers and moving seats.
That just happened to me, and, being the savvy traveler that I am (that’s in the running for the name of my future show on Travel Channel: The Savvy Traveler), I decide to move seats. In the process of getting up, I happen to make eye contact with an older woman across from me, shake my head, and mouth “Not happening,” at which point she bursts into laughter.
I relish in sharing special moments while bonding over a common enemy.
Seven hours later and I am writing from my table for one at the Café Bellagio. It’s nice, though, they offered me a magazine for my dining experience . It has Lady Gaga on the cover. Cute. Going to delve into that as soon as I’m done updating.
Much to my surprise, I find that I’m not at all insecure eating alone here. My only insecurity comes when I probably look like a homeless person inhaling my burger in quite an ungraceful fashion. However, the girl at the table next to me who has the prime view of my carnivorous actions just ordered a burger, so maybe the way I’ve managed to make the burger look delectable, not disgraceful.
Our room is beautiful – when I checked in I told the receptionist that I was here with the Virtuoso group and he said, “Well that means you get a nice room!” He wasn’t kidding, we’ve got a fountain view and everything. Also important: we have a HUGE bathtub, which will be filled with both bubbles and myself in approximately one hour.
I’m going to try and get a few good photos to upload (from the room, not of my bubble bath), but for now, greetings from Las Vegas!