I just landed in Vegas and I’ve already had an eventful morning, here’s the quick run-down:

1. Woke up at 5am EST and did last minute packing (read stuffing).
2. Arrived at the airport at 6:15 for a 6:45 flight (yikes, but it’s Manchester).
3. Checked my bag and discovered that it exceeded the Southwest weight limit of 70 lbs. The lady helping me said, “do you want to pay for the extra weight or remove 7 lbs from your luggage?” My first reaction was consternation; do I look like I have room for an additional 7 lbs to carry on my already overloaded person? When I responded that “of course I would pay for the extra amount” she then proceeded to tell me, “that will be 25 bucks.” “25 bucks,” I said, “you’ve got to be kidding me.” No joke. I payed the 25 bucks, inwardly cursed Southwest, requested a receipt so that I can expense it and went on my merry way (nothing is going to get me down today).
4. Time is now 6:25am, and I rationalize that I have just enough time to run to the Starbucks kiosk and grab me an iced soy latte. These are very important to me, read this post if you need to know more.
5. I board the plane and get a window seat. Yippie!
6. During the 6 hour flight one of the amazing flight attendants (I’ve never said that before) provided some in flight entertainment. He was crass, sarcastic, and borderline obnoxious. He was fabulous! During the whole pre-flight spiel at one point he joked, “…and if you’re flying with kids, too bad for you.” Totally fantastic. He certainly made me regret cursing the Southwest counter experience. In addition he had us all try our hands at Vegas luck, optional of course, by pulling out a $1 bill and writing our seat number on it. He then collected all the ones and put them in a grab bag. The winning seat wasn’t mine, but the experience was super neat and the winner walked away with $156 in ones. So cool!
7. Arrived in Vegas 30 min. early (9:20am PST). Another plus for Southwest.
8. After picking up my baggage, I spied Carlton Banks from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (not sure what his real name is). I stare in disbelief, he glares because I’m staring, and I relate the news to Angie over the phone, “you’ll never believe who I just saw!”

Things are shaping up for a wonderful Vegas excursion indeed. Too bad I actually have to get some major work done before I can party like a rock star.

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