Travel Log

6:00 am: I'm on an airplane and they just offered us wine or beer for $4. Who the hell buys wine or beer on an airplane at 6:20am? I'm sure it's just part of their script that they read to every flight, every day. But holy hell, it's too early to think straight, let alone start drinking. Maybe that's the point? "Head the thoughts off at the pass."

6:20 am: Apparently Southwest lets you choose your own seats. I chose one near the front of the plane near someone who looked like they kept to themselves. I just realized that I also chose a seat such that I am fully in control of TWO windows. I always used to hate it when the person in front of me would have the window shade up that let the light angle in right at me, but they'd have the next one down so they could enjoy the shade. Now I have all the power, and I'm going to use it to make it dark and try to nap.

10:45 am (Las Vegas time): I had an 8-hour layover in Reno once, so I have experienced Nevada's airports before. I don't know if you knew this, but there are slot machines in the airports. A LOT of slot machines, right next to the gates, so as soon as you get off the plane they and dinging and flashing at you. I'm not a fan of gambling, and it's still way too early for so much noise and blinkyness, but that's not the most offensive thing about it. There were people, normal or normal-looking people, who got off our flight and sat right down and started plunking coins and pulling handles. I was really hoping not to see that, all the way up the gangway I was hoping that people could restrain themselves. At least go to the bathroom first! What a weird scene. Maybe next time I'll start up a table of Find the Lady on the plane and catch those early birds before they even see the worms.