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cbertsch ([personal profile] cbertsch) wrote2006-09-12 10:27 am
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Transferocious

I'm sitting in the Las Vegas airport, in the hideous C terminal Southwest uses. At least there's a Starbucks now. And I suppose there's something to be said for the fact that Las Vegas makes both my point of departure and my destination look really good. Free wireless, too. So that's something. Now I'm going to go look for a broom to sweep the cobwebs from my mind. It's be nice if there were miniature Totoros in there somewhere, but I doubt it.

oh, I feel for you!

[identity profile] chefxh.livejournal.com 2006-09-12 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I have never stayed in Vegas, only made flight connections there. I generally abhor loud noises and flashing lights, which keeps me off Vegas overall. The airport was enough. Worse yet, at the time I smoked, so I spent an hour crammed in a horrible, fetid glass cube with high-prole smokers from all over the country. *shudder*

Re: oh, I feel for you!

[identity profile] cbertsch.livejournal.com 2006-09-14 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
I remember that cube! I didn't see it this time. But I smelled smoke, so it must still be there.

::shuddering squared::