Hurry Up and WAIT!

Just sitting at the airport . . . just found out Whale Jo's plane has already left and he's going to beat me there.  No worries I suppose - he claims he'll bring the Rolls back to pick me up.

I was going to try and wait and start drinking on the plane - but that plan went by the wayside . . . 1 gigantor Sam Adams already down the hatch. 

Currently looking for signs that this trip will be a good one . . . nice looking flight attendant walking by and smiling at me . . . that's a good one . . . getting carded for this beer . . . another good one.  If the plane's captain is named Thomas, I'm buying all the passengers a round.

God help the person sitting next to me - I hope they are ready to gamble . . . I forgot cards, so maybe they'll be interested in high stakes rock scissors paper . . . .

Also just sent an e-mail to the rest of the crew and offered up $100 if they can make it on my plane . . . .

Funny side note - as I try and check to see what this post looks like the airport web security screen is blocking my site due to it being inappropriate . . . . . it keeps saying "sex" . . . . now I'm giggling like a third grader.

Let the Games Begin!

T-24 hours.

At exactly this moment tomorrow my plane should be putting rubber to tarmac in Vegas.  Sudden change of plans for the solo night . . . Whale Jo was able to clear up his schedule and join in the fun.  His flight lands around the same time as mine.  Watch out Vegas.  The Wynn Phantom is scheduled to pick us up and take us to a 2BR Salon Suite at Encore.  Shipit.

Dinner at Botero - mostly so I can get steak tartare.

I may try updating the blog from time to time while there - probably mostly at night - so stay tuned!