6/8/07
I have this thing about flying. I absolutely hate it.
I hate it because in order to fly I have to mentally and emotionally be prepared to die before I get on the plane. I have to be READY. It is just not possible for me to feel safe on an airplane. I don't care about statistics or safety records or anything else; nothing is a comfort to me on this subject. The fact of the matter is that in order to fly I must surrender completely my control of my own safety, and that is difficult for me. On any normal day in my life I don't think in these terms, but then again the possibility of falling thousands of feet out of the sky strapped into a malfunctioning metal tube doesn't exist for me on a day to day basis either. I have spent a significant amount of time working in manufacturing, much of it from a quality assurance/testing perspective, and that experience has in no way instilled in me the sort of faith in the ability of others to do their jobs to the level of excellence that would be required for me to risk my life on it. As a result, I view every successful landing as SURVIVAL. Every time that I have walked off of an airplane I have had the sense of cheating death one more time, and have experienced an elated feeling that I can only assume is similar in nature to what actual near-death survivors report.
I tried to explain this to my lovely girlfriend Michaelanne as we stepped safely onto solid ground in the SeaTac airport on Monday after our return trip from Las Vegas, but she seemed to think that I was joking, instead of just, you know, crazy.
Ah yes, Vegas. That was the actual thing that I intended to write about here. Considering the financial situation that is my basis for doing this site, I do feel that some justification may be required. So here it is: I was Best Man in my friend Aram's wedding in Las Vegas this last weekend, and that honor was the reason that I was willing to spend the money to make the trip. I did the whole thing on a fairly tight budget and didn't go nuts gambling, and as a result I did not add at all to the debt that I am hacking away at publicly here on this site. That is fair enough, I think.
The whole weekend was great, crappy service from the people at The Luxor aside, and I had the first real, enjoyable break from work that I have had in years. I was responsible for setting up a bachelor party on Friday night for about 25 people, most of who do not drink, and it actually came off fairly well. We ate at the Hard Rock Cafe and then spent and hour or so at the Casino before loading up into a limo and heading out to an undisclosed location for the remainder of the night. It was just wild enough without being too sketchy, for most of those involved anyway. Beyond that... well, you've seen the commercials. Apparently it's supposed to stay in Vegas.

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THE GREAT MOUSTACHE FIASCO also occurred during this party. The plan was for each of the guys attending the party to attempt to grow the most horrible moustache possible in the week beforehand without Aram's knowledge and then to just show up with them like it was normal. Good times, right? When all was said and done there were really only about 6 guys who actually got serious about it, so I guess in the end it didn't really qualify as a full blown "fiasco." Regardless, it was fun walking around Vegas with a wicked 'stache. And despite my threatening otherwise, I did shave the hideous thing off before the wedding.
The wedding took place the next day in the chapel at the Mandalay Bay Casino. It was actually very classy and reverent, more so than I think I expected from a Vegas wedding. I was responsible for holding the rings and giving them to the minister at the appropriate time, which I did without screwing up. My visions of chasing a dropped and rolling ring down the aisle proved to be false, thankfully. The whole deal was over quickly and then it was off to a small reception for cake and coffee. At the reception Aram and Kim had these little pin packs passed out with the cake to all of the guests.
 Amazing.
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I gave a toast as is traditional for a best man. I wasn't sure exactly what I was going to say and as a result I am not sure what it was I actually said, but a number of people said it was good so I feel reasonably confident that it didn't suck too much. After that Kim's father spoke for a while and it was full of praise for his new son-in-law and some good natured poking fun at the music that so encompasses the lives of most of us that were there. It came off well. Then Aram's father spoke.
Now, I think Aram was pretty nervous about how this was going to go. His father is a small, white haired Armenian man with an amazing accent and it is fairly obvious that English is not his first language, which is not to say that he does not speak it well but just that there are certain pauses and misused tenses that occasionally give it away. He gave us all a brief history of Aram, from his birth all the way up through his world travels with his band, and told us how proud he was of his son. He gave Kim and Aram a traditional Armenian wedding blessing that he translated as, "may you always share the same pillow." It was really very cool, and I would have to say it was the highlight of the entire trip for me.

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Afterwards we all split up into various groups and went about enjoying Las Vegas on a Saturday evening. Later that night most of us met back up at New York, New York and got a chance to hang out one last time as nearly everyone was leaving in the next morning to head back home to Canada or California or Boston or wherever else might be the case.
It was good.
Sunday came along and found Michaelanne and myself, along with our roommate Bob finally with some time to do whatever we wanted on our own schedule. Old Vegas was the destination we chose, so we loaded onto "the Deuce" (a double-decker city bus that runs along the strip) and headed out to see some history. I got a chance to finally see Binion's casino, the birthplace of the World Series of Poker, and Michaelanne started winning at gambling for the first time ever by pulling in over $100 from nickel slots and nearly that much again from roulette. Old Vegas really seemed to suit us better than the strip, so we vowed that next time we came we would stay there.
 My Pilgrimage.
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After that there wasn't much more to the trip. We went by the Hilton on our way back and checked out the Star Trek Experience, which wasn't nearly as cool as we had hoped it would be, and then rode the monorail back to our hotel. As is my own personal Las Vegas tradition I spent the entire last night awake in the casino. I managed to make a little money playing roulette, but sank it all into a Wheel of Fortune slot machine hoping for that elusive jackpot, so the night was a wash. I made it back to the hotel room with about 20 minutes to sleep before we had to head out for the airport, which was nice since I was able to sleep for most of the plane ride home. And like I mentioned earlier I have this thing about flying.
I absolutely hate it.