Hell... I'm in Hell...

[da]

I'm stuck in Las Vegas airport, 9:30-11:15pm. It's smoky, and it sounds like a casino, all the way down to the agents hawking US Airways credit-cards adopting a casino drawl. That photo? Yes, those are slot machines. They're scattered all over the place.

There's free wifi, which is great, but ssh ports are blocked so I can't hang out with my IRC crew. I knew I shoulda set up that port-reforwarding scheme at home.

Dan was great; he drove me to the airport and took care of the rental car himself, which meant he had to deal with a fairly long trip home. My flight was early enough that we couldn't have dinner together, which sort of sucked, but instead we went for ice-cream in the afternoon. The day as a whole was... pretty laid back. Both d. and I were exhausted, I suppose from the sun during the weekend. So we lounged. :)

From this weekend: things we think should exist: a skit, based on a new homeowner at the bookstore (preferably a big chain). She's looking for "The Not So Small House" to help her figure out how to furnish her new mansion. ...She knows she heard of that book somewhere...

Also, a nature song: "Can't You Hear Don't You Fear the Ribbit of the Night".

Ugh. I gotta get out of this cigarette smoke.

Comments

[melted-snowball.livejournal.com]

Well, I wasn't great--I got impatient and grumpy that you were leaving.

And the song is "Don't you fear the ribbit of the night!" Sheesh!

[da-lj.livejournal.com]

Meh. You were great. You were exhausted, still you drove me to the airport.

Song: duly corrected. *ribbit* *cower*

And beware the bored horses.

[arcticturtle.livejournal.com]

Ughyuk!

Yeah, I had to spend hours in the Las Vegas airport on a transfer. I felt the same way about it. I'm not going back; I'm even skipping next year's IOUG conference because it's in Las Vegas...

[da-lj.livejournal.com]

Ultimately, once I found a part of the airport that wasn't close to a smoking room, it was tolerable, but still. Somehow Frankfurt doesn't smell nearly as awful, and they have smoking indoors too. I suppose it was the combination of awful-factors, including all the people talking about gambling. *sigh* glad to be home.

[http://users.livejournal.com/merle_/]

Yes. When I was trapped there, I wandered for half an hour to find the least smoky area (that still had chairs). It was still far too close to the slot machines. Hour after hour of "ding ding ding clink" was sufficient torture.

Hmm.. maybe we should close that airport, and simply keep "prisoners of war" there. They would break in no time. Or be broke, depending on their gambling predelictions...