I am a risk taker. I like to do things that scare me. So, I decided to fly to Vegas out of a different airport just for the hell of it. Well, in truth it was cheaper and closer. I don’t know if you have ever flown through Denver, but our airport is as big as the small county of Luxembourg. I don’t know what I expected from this smaller scale airport. I certainly did not expect it to be this:
The boarding area:
There was even a book exchange:
I had a seat towards the back and had to enter the plane off the tarmac through what I call the “butthole”
But the fun did not stop there. The plane was 99% cowboys going to a rodeo in Vegas and 1% skinny white runners like myself. In fact, a cowboy sitting next too me drank too many beers in the shack (terminal) and actually peed in his seat. I am not kidding.
It was a pretty day to fly, however, even if my row had piss in it. I looked down and saw my house. See it? It’s the one along the golf course which is to the left of the lake.
I had a vodka tonic on the plane because I am going to Vegas and the party starts now with piss cowboy in the seat beside me (who had a jack and coke, just in case he needed more liquids).
Coming into Vegas always makes me happy:
I made record time checking in and meeting up with Aron to walk over to the Wynn for a chocolate milk meet and greet with some favorite bloggers:
Run Like a Mother gals Dimity and Sarah
It was a blast to hang with these girls. Janae is hands down the nicest girl you will meet. Sarah (Skinny Runner) is down to earth, funny, easy going. Dimity and Sarah are laid back, knowledgeable and freaking authors. Aron is all at once sweet and level headed and an amazing athlete.
Team Refuel did some Q&A with us about fueling, training, getting motivated, etc. We hung out in this most amazing Wynn suite drinking chocolate milk, eating fried shrimp and talking about running. What’s not to like? Then we all laid on the marble table because we could.
Check out this video we all made:
After I had a dirty martini the size of my head. I’m now sitting around at my gorgeous room at the Venetian waiting for my BFF Erika to arrive so we can really get this party started.
Life is good when you have a crapper that looks like this. I could do some serious damage in there (toilet behind door on the right):
There is nothing bad about any of this. I could have done without the guy pissing his seat, but that just added character to my day.
Ever had anybody do anything weird next to you on a plane?