Stories? Well, there are stories and then there are stories.
I’ll give you the brief versions of the highlights (and lowlights).
Bad flight down
The wife is scared to death of flying. This was only her second round trip ever. Everything is going well until…we lose the auxiliary engine. This was just before takeoff. Hey for all you captains out there, announcing that we’ve lost an engine (even “just the auxiliary engine”) really freaks out people who are already scared to fly. Lie to us.
Bar tabs
Sunday night, after the dinner (which included drinks), a handful of us (seriously, like 5 people) ran up a $525 bar tab. Each night the group and tab got bigger. Monday’s tab was over $1200 and Tuesday’s tab was just less than $1100. Overall, the one waitress who served us all three nights got over $1000 in tip money. (We get a little loud, so we tip really big.)
Between Monday and Tuesday nights we consumed 153 buttery nipple shooters. Yummy.
Ever been kicked out of a hot tub?
Yep, that was us. 02:45 we got kicked out of the hot tub for making too much noise. But, security let us go to a small, secluded pool further from the resort. Nope. Still too loud. Got kicked out and asked to leave at 03:30.
Bomb scare at the hotel?
No clue what it was, but the resort was evacuated at 14:30 Wednesday. Fire trucks, cops and ambulances all on the scene. Our luggage was checked with the concierge and sitting in a small room adjacent to the lobby. We could SEE our luggage, but they wouldn’t let us into the hotel to get it. Fearing we’d miss our 15:15 shuttle to the airport, a buddy of mine and I snuck into the room via an exterior door. Hotel security really doesn’t like us.
Never did find our what happened at the hotel. Anyone here from Ft. Myers?
Terrible flight coming home
I’ve been on some bad flights, but this one was the worst. I can’t ever recall having the feeling that I really was going to die. I mean I really thought the plane was going to crash. At one point the plane just dropped what felt like 100 feet or better. Luggage bins popped open. People screaming. Carry on items sliding up and down the isles. Even the flight attendants seamed scarred and concerned. Could have been 10 inches for all I know, but it felt like we were falling out of control. Then we’d go up and back down again.
Wife swears she’ll never fly again. I believe her.