Ta-ta, Vegas


The funniest thing during the entire trip happened on the red-eye at 1:00 a.m. this morning (er, 4:00 a.m. in my home time zone). When the gentleman arrived to take his seat next to me on the flight, he commented, “If I start snoring, and I will, hit me in the head. It’s the only thing that works.”

Yes, he did start snoring. No, I definitely did not hit him in the head.