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!

[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...