ARRIVAL...
My father was gracious enough to drop me off at the Southwest baggage area where, upon saying farewell, listened to Motown and awaited my check-in. After what seemed like an hour I got it all sat, consciously ignoring the thrower who waited a beat too long for a tip which was never forthcoming.
I went through security and got in line behind the other B’s, where I was unfortunately stuck to witness a sad man exhibit his utter inability to communicate. Over the next 20 minutes he put on a performance which consisted of displaying his cowardice and overcompensation in a sparring match with his girlfriend, who was certainly not amused and not actually participating (other than acting as the punching bag stand-in), although she did her best to deflect his hyper-masculine dog and pony show. It didn’t work. Here was a man easily 5 to 7 years older than I, wearing a beat-up straw cowboy hat, pulling punches and kicks against his girlfriend. He continued to do this until boarding, then fell asleep and when he woke up again, picked up where he left off as we exited the plane onto Vegas turf. Truly sad.
On a lighter note I ended up sitting next to an adorable Religious-studies graduate who was visiting family and we got to talking for the last 3 hours of the 6 hour flight to Las Vegas, which was very nice. We said our good-byes and good lucks at the gate and I met up with Jay and, after embracing, waited like 20 minutes for my sole bag to come rolling off of the treadmill. We headed off to Baja Fresh for some lunch and then onto Jay’s house, where we hung around until Boone and then David arrived, and we then dressed up and drove over to Tailspin, an unfortunately-named bar where smoking is actually NOT permitted (IN VEGAS?! wtf.) but gaudy light-up replicas of planes that hung down from the ceiling were. We were there so that David could hear the band, One Band Wonders, or something like that, perform. They had asked David to be their new drummer and David wanted to hear them first, which was entirely understandable. Needless to say they were not very awesome, but I still managed to get a decent buzz on before we left. Unfortunately we left so abruptly I was not able to continue drinking, as the rest of the booze back at the house was being saved for the big road trip. Oh well. So we hung out and then it was bed time for the boys. Boone had a friend over and I stayed up a bit longer talking to her and Boone before retiring upstairs to my inflatable air mattress and zombie novel. Then, it was sleepy-time, as I had to get up in like 6 hours. Ugh. Thank gawd I didn’t have to drive.
I went through security and got in line behind the other B’s, where I was unfortunately stuck to witness a sad man exhibit his utter inability to communicate. Over the next 20 minutes he put on a performance which consisted of displaying his cowardice and overcompensation in a sparring match with his girlfriend, who was certainly not amused and not actually participating (other than acting as the punching bag stand-in), although she did her best to deflect his hyper-masculine dog and pony show. It didn’t work. Here was a man easily 5 to 7 years older than I, wearing a beat-up straw cowboy hat, pulling punches and kicks against his girlfriend. He continued to do this until boarding, then fell asleep and when he woke up again, picked up where he left off as we exited the plane onto Vegas turf. Truly sad.
On a lighter note I ended up sitting next to an adorable Religious-studies graduate who was visiting family and we got to talking for the last 3 hours of the 6 hour flight to Las Vegas, which was very nice. We said our good-byes and good lucks at the gate and I met up with Jay and, after embracing, waited like 20 minutes for my sole bag to come rolling off of the treadmill. We headed off to Baja Fresh for some lunch and then onto Jay’s house, where we hung around until Boone and then David arrived, and we then dressed up and drove over to Tailspin, an unfortunately-named bar where smoking is actually NOT permitted (IN VEGAS?! wtf.) but gaudy light-up replicas of planes that hung down from the ceiling were. We were there so that David could hear the band, One Band Wonders, or something like that, perform. They had asked David to be their new drummer and David wanted to hear them first, which was entirely understandable. Needless to say they were not very awesome, but I still managed to get a decent buzz on before we left. Unfortunately we left so abruptly I was not able to continue drinking, as the rest of the booze back at the house was being saved for the big road trip. Oh well. So we hung out and then it was bed time for the boys. Boone had a friend over and I stayed up a bit longer talking to her and Boone before retiring upstairs to my inflatable air mattress and zombie novel. Then, it was sleepy-time, as I had to get up in like 6 hours. Ugh. Thank gawd I didn’t have to drive.