Vegas: Act Three

Maybe I'll actually get to Vegas in this post. Geez, I'm mouthy!

So, I chase after this poor woman through the airport. Luckily, we didn't have to go very far. I got the absolute last seat on the plane, right between two large men. Just great. I'm no skinny girl, that's for sure, so they probably weren't too excited to see me, either. There was no time, so I shoved my stuff in the overhead bin, and wedged down in between them, not even taking time to take of my coat, because the plane was already taxiing. But I made it! Whew!

I knew that danny and Mr. danny were somewhere on the plane, and I saw these two girls who fit their descriptions. Could that be them? At one point, the girl I thought was danny went past me, but I didn't want to look like a total TARD if it wasn't her, and I didn't want to freak out the people around me, so I said nothing. I tried to sleep, but it was virtually impossible, as uncomfortable as I was. Oh, well!

We landed in Phoenix (beautiful city, BTW) and deplaned. I found the girl I thought was danny and sure enough, I was right! Hugs! She took off to smoke, and I finally took the time to zip my boots (I was in too big a hurry after the security check at STL). I settled in to read about my beloved Bode, although there was this crazy, fun, LOUD Indian family next to me that made it a little hard. Soon, danny and Mr. danny came back, and we settled in to do some serious squeeing! I was relieved to find that previous reports of them being "blind, talentless bitches" and "just girls" were inaccurate (they're not blind!), and they said they were relieved that I'm not psycho. Hee! Seriously, though, I was just glad they didn't take one look at me, and say "that's what you're wearing?" I had so much fun hanging out with them! It was nice to be able to engage in unadulterated Jason squeeage, with people who wouldn't think I was insane for going all the way to Vegas to see him.

So we got on our flight to Vegas, which was luckily a quick hop. I read a not-so-fascinating article about micro-wineries in Seattle. (C'mon, in-flight mags! Just because I'm trapped on a plane, do you have to make your content as boring as possible?) We soon landed in Vegas, with no further incident.

Squee! I got to Vegas, and it only took three posts! I'll post more tomorrow, I swear!