Just flew in yesterday afternoon on a Southwest Airlines flight. Seemed like eternity, the longest flight of my life. I had to put up with a group of approximately 10 people who had never flown before, and from what I heard and experienced, have never been in a public place before either. I'm not going to bore you with all of the nitty-gritty, but just for an example, one of the first things said from the loudest of the group was "These fu----- airplanes sure are a lot smaller that what you see in the movies!" so that kind of set the pace for the entire five-hour flight. So I sat there, with this group directly behind me, clenching my teeth and sitting quietly. Of course I did find some peace in the fantasy I had of getting up, turning around and beating this man with a baseball bat until he could no longer speak.
Once we landed, all I wanted to do was eat and take a nap. After checking in at Mandalay Bay, I did just that. Although I only expected to nap for an hour or so . . . I woke up realizing I had just napped for 6 hours. So I was awake and ready to go at 2AM, Las Vegas time. Walked around the casino, had a coffee and Baileys, watched all the guys trying to pick up women, and so on for an hour or so. Now I'm back in the room, getting ready for another nap.
I'll set my alarm this time.
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