I haven’t been to Las Vegas in six years, and I’ve never flown on Southwest Airlines. Although the cattle-call seating arrangements that this airline favors are less than, uh, favorable, the good vibrations are palpable. Maybe it’s because I’m surrounded by the fun-loving staff of an Oregon City liquor store, or maybe it’s because everyone on the plane is on vacation, but the air is light and I’m getting excited.
Next up, I check in to the Tropicana, put a hundred on black, and settle in for a little nap. Stay tuned, and thanks for reading.