Vegas: Act Two

Stupid RL! Sorry this has taken so long. I'll try to keep them coming a little faster.

So where was I? Oh, yeah, speeding down the highway, hoping my rearview mirror wouldn't come off, because I didn't have time to stop. I finally got to the long-term parking. I had intended to grab everything out of my car and throw it into the trunk once I got there, but I had absolutely no time. I scanned the car, and the only things of any value that were visible were a few CDs, so I shoved them into a clean McDonald's bag that I had gotten on the trip down. I read somewhere once that was a good way to camoflauge valuables, because what thief is going to break in for trash? Of course, by now the thieves have probably heard this, too. Oh, well. I'm going to assume that they'll bypass my crappy car anyway. But I digress.

I hopped onto the airport shuttle, and the driver proceded to take an eternity to write down on a ticket for me the row I was parked in. Dude, the lot's not that big: let's GO! Unfortunately, he seemed to think that every seat needed to be filled, so we putzed around the lot for 10 more minutes. Argh! Once we finally started moving, the trip to the airport was short and uneventful, except for listening to the pilots and flight attendants talking about all the places they travel for free. Maybe I should look into switching careers. "Free" and "travel" are my two favorite words, especially in a sentence with each other. (Oops. Pulled off track again, sorry. Do you see now why it's so hard for me to get this done?)

I got to the airport, and I have to stop here and say I LOVE the St. Louis airport. I know I've been begging y'all to come to the show, but I'm being completely serious. I've never had a bad experience there. My flight was supposed to be at 1:12. I hit the doors at 1:10 and still made my flight. Seriously (dancing chipmunky), boarding pass, security check, metal detectors, and to the gate in under ten minutes. As I approached the gate check-in desk, the attendent looked up with an "oh, shit" look on her face, got on the phone, and got them to hold the plane, which had already boarded. Luckily, I had packed really light, so I only had carry-ons. As I ran after her toward the gate, I felt like Phil was waiting for me in Pheonix.