4hrs and Loathing in Las Vegas.

My god. I always hated long connections (although not as much as 'too short to get your luggage transferred' ones) but I think that Las Vegas airport has to be one of the least enjoyable places to spend it. There are about 3 power outlets in each of the areas of the terminal, but instead (by way of recompense) have very uncomfortable and annoying little 'recharging areas' that don't have enough capacity (or means to wait next to them, in some cases) for anything useful. Just an excuse to try and charge $6 a minute for an electrical socket..

Yes. Really. That's how much it was. They can fuck right off with that.

I wandered around a bit, found nothing of interest, and then sat trawling the (free, surprisingly) internet while I watched my battery deplete. There then occurred an interesting little competition between whether my laptop would go flat first, or whether I'd be driven to smashing the shit out of the ubiquitous slot machines and their infernal BLOODY BEEPITY-BEEPING. They are everywhere...

It was a close run thing, so at the first hint of a low battery warning, I scuttled off and hid in the restaurant and stalled through a meal while I calmed down. Unsurprisingly (again) I had something new to bitch about at this stage - $8 for a pint of Stella Artois. To which I only have the reaction: "Holy-fucking-how much?".

I'm now back in the terminal by my gate, trying to find a rosy and lovely way to consider the 90 minutes I have left before my flight. I am, at present, failing. I do expect that most of you will have guessed that. Those that still stumble past here when I actually post something just before the hobos move in.  I found an outlet, though. I'm all powered up and charging away. To think I got out of a warm, cosy bed with a sleepy, naked, girlfriend (also sitting at an airport somewhere moaning about delays right now) for this.

Sucketh.