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My point was that a bunch of pilots, in a gaggle, tend to act more like boys than grown men when showing up in Vegas.

I think pretty much any group of men (and many groups of women) tend to act a fo' when they show up in Vegas. It's not limited to just pilots.
 
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Oh hell yes. I stopped maturing at about 14. The key is to know when is the appropriate time for that kind of activity.

Like fart jokes....hilarious. But maybe not during a job interview.

Those who don't have time for that are missing out on a lot of fun in their lives.
 
Oh hell yes. I stopped maturing at about 14. The key is to know when is the appropriate time for that kind of activity.

Like fart jokes....hilarious. But maybe not during a job interview.

Those who don't have time for that are missing out on a lot of fun in their lives.

I totally smell what you're stepping in.
 
Can you please show your work on that calculation.

Sure.

I'll use NJC as an example.

Figure I arrive at noon on Day 1.

12pm - 3pm - Deal with the absurdity of tourists trying to navigate the LAS airport, figure out the rental car shuttle, rent a car (what? I need a driver's license and credit card out?) and then navigate the strip.

3pm-4pm - check in. Stand in line FOREVER waiting for all the once a year travelers to try to charm their way into an upgrade. Get to the front of the line, get treated like crap until they see I'm actually a Platinum (back to gold now... sniff) member (if it's a Marriott property) and then magically everything is ok. Spend 15 minutes fighting my way through casino traffic to get to the elevators, listen to bad music and ads for terrible stage shows on the elevator up, get into my room and admire the view out the window.

4pm-7pm - Go find where everybody else is hanging out. Fight strip traffic to get there. Remember that some of my best friends in the world I've met through this website. Make awkward introductions to people I haven't met yet. Remember that I am actually a pretty good judge of character through interweb posts. Watch the lightweights and crazy ones create a scene at 5pm (Jake!).

7pm-9pm - Spend a long, long time trying to figure out what everybody is doing for dinner, start heading in a direction, lose people to various slot machines, craps tables and strip clubs. Eventually find a place to eat crappy, overpriced food, but with good company. Rehash the same old jokes that get told every year (@IrishSheepdog being a climbing monkey, @Seggy being an "international" pilot etc).

9pm-1am - Hang out with people at some location (9FI, Beer Garden etc). Strain my voice trying to talk over the noise and smoke. Catch up with people I haven't seen forever. Watch really drunk people stumble by. Realize really drunk people are with our group.

1am-7am - Fight crowds on the strip back to my hotel, turn off notifications on the GroupMe app so I don't hear the constant beeping as parts of the group go get into trouble for the night, sleep.

7am-9am - Gym. People watch while lifting. See WAY too much spandex and flab.

9am-2pm - Go hiking at Red Rocks with about 1/3rd of the people who said they were coming. Breath the fresh and enjoy walking around without illegal immigrants trying to hand you escort cards every 10 feet.

3pm-7pm - Meet up with friends for dinner. Catch up (@jtrain609 and @MikeD... best part of the trip for me this last year. Thanks guys). Watch old ladies get really drunk on margaritas.

7pm-1am - Hang out at the main event. Talk about flying stuff with people I don't know. Talk about non flying stuff with people I do know. Mentally cull the herd between those that know how to network and those that just know how to drink.

Escape as the police show up.

Walking back to my hotel at 1am, fighting masses of tourists on the strip, escort card people, bright neon lights and traffic, choking on the dust and smoke in the air, realize I've had enough and that I'm ready to go home.

And, upon checking my work, I see it was actually 37 hours, not 36 hours before I came to that conclusion.
 
Sure.

I'll use NJC as an example.

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7pm-9pm - Spend a long, long time trying to figure out what everybody is doing for dinner, start heading in a direction, lose people to various slot machines, craps tables and strip clubs. Eventually find a place to eat crappy, overpriced food, but with good company. Rehash the same old jokes that get told every year IrishSheepdog[/USER] being a climbing monkey, Seggy[/USER] being an "international" pilot etc).

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9am-2pm - Go hiking at Red Rocks with about 1/3rd of the people who said they were coming. Breath the fresh and enjoy walking around without illegal immigrants trying to hand you escort cards every 10 feet.
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And, upon checking my work, I see it was actually 37 hours, not 36 hours before I came to that conclusion.

That's a scarily, accurate description.....Although I always thought that Chinese place at the Wynn (I believe) was pretty good.....although that circle table we seemed to get feels like you're on display as the crowds walk by.....
 
That's a scarily, accurate description.....Although I always thought that Chinese place at the Wynn (I believe) was pretty good.....although that circle table we seemed to get feels like you're on display as the crowds walk by.....

Roll 8 or something like that? Yeah. That was really good. I'll have to remember that for this year.
 
An eerily accurate description of NJC. But I'll admit, I can take a lot more of Vegas than most people. I stayed a week this past year, which was too long, but I'm happy at about 5 days. I don't like trying to cram stuff into short vacations. I like time to sit back and relax, no matter where I'm vacationing.
 
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