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Obligatory flexing of nerd muscles as I glom onto the wireless at the airport. Interncontinental (I refuse to call it “Bush”) has finally added wireless Internet in the terminals for general consumption.

It’s a fee based system. Sign up for an account and off you go. Normally I would head over to the row of chairs across from the President’s Club and hook up there cuz it’s free, but the terminal I am departing from is off in the new section and it is not so easy to get to from here.

Despite what they show on TV, Vegas is more of a haven for blue-haired old ladies than it is for the young, good looking jet set. A people-mover just deposited a batch of senior citizens I can only assume are off on a gambling junket to the glittering mecca of nickel slots and cheap booze.

Hopefully I will return with much swag from the vendors. Who knows, maybe I will even get my hands on the covetted pink Razr. Won’t you be SOOOO jealous? *snicker!

My flight leaves in an hour. I think I will wonder over to the local concession for some overpriced coffee and an expired pastry of some kind.

Leaving, on a jet plane

4 thoughts on “Leaving, on a jet plane

  • January 5, 2006 at 10:54 am
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    I love that bronze statue of Bush at Intergalactic Airport. “An Accountant Not To Be Trifled With!”

  • January 5, 2006 at 11:04 am
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    My wife HAD TO HAVE the pink RAZR for Christmas.

  • January 5, 2006 at 11:13 am
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    Heh.
    I have that Razr.
    Spoilt child, I am.

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