Leavin’ Las Vegas Alone.
Last week, I decided to do something I am pretty sure I have never done before.
I canceled a trip.
I originally signed up to participate in Bloggers in Sin City, a weekend retreat of several dozen twentysomething bloggers in Las Vegas in May. I was looking forward to branching out and participating in a real world meet-up of twentysomething bloggers, rather than my mainstay of diabetes bloggers. But when push came to shove and I had to purchase an airline ticket, I just couldn’t do it. Prices from Manhattan are currently running between $450 and $550 for decent times, and about $400 for crappy times. Considering how much it costs just to be in Vegas, I just wasn’t sure I had managed to save enough to do both Vegas and Orlando within one month of each other.
Considering I am going to Children with Diabetes Friends for Life conference as part of the Roche Social Media Summit gang, that was the priority. Vegas was secondary. I just couldn’t do it. I wanted to convince myself that I should go. I am young. It’s only money.
Everyone else is jumping off the bridge, Allison!
But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I announced on Twitter I was skipping out, let my roommates know I wasn’t coming, and bid farewell to being a part of the BiSC club… for this year.
Of course, there are plenty of people who aren’t going and it’s not like I’m going to be kicked out or lose readers just because I’m not going to Vegas. But I am disappointed that I won’t be counted among those that did go, especially since they seem like really awesome gals (and guys). But I had to weigh the benefits of meeting people who I only know tangentially through the Internet and getting out of debt… clearly, no contest.
This will help me focus on my overall goal of getting out of debt though. The money I am not spending on that will obviously go towards my debt repayment, which is now at a whopping $2931 (yes, folks, I have passed the $3,000 mark! Woooo!). Hopefully I’ll make it to Vegas next year, now that I am more aware of how much it friggin’ costs to go there.
Have you ever had to back out of something you really wanted to do? Doesn’t it just suck?