Atmos-fear
The air is just plain clearer in San Francisco. Yes, I'm being snobby again, but it's not really bragging if you can actually pull it off, is it?
I'm being literal here...someone write down the date. The thing I noticed about the Las Vegas airport—except for the bong-clang-click of the slot machines and, god bless them all, the aluminum palm trees—is the air quality inside the terminal. It just plain sucks. Do people not understand the physics of smoke, where erecting 8 ft high glass walls around the 'smoking area' actually does little, if anything, to keep smoke-laden air away from the rest of us?
When you can actually see the air, it's time to think about the air, don't you suppose?
I grew up in a house with a smoker. Marie smoked for a long long time. In that different planet that was the 1970s, a 12 yr old kid could run to the store and buy smokes for his mom. Which I did. Which I never really thought about. Still don't think much is wrong with it. I enjoy the smell of cigarette smoke, from time to time, but usualy that's in specific places, usually in very small doses (whiffs, you might say), not as my breathable atmosphere for what will be almost two hours by the time I'm out of it.
And what's to eat here, at 11pm? Burger King. Pizza Hut. A combo Mrs. Fields/Wienerschnizel, because everyone knows that nothing goes with a big overstuffed cookie like a vile Chicago dog. Yes, folks, the people who brought you reversed rivers, non-vital St Patty's Day dyes and the giant “D” lever in voting booths could be the only ones who'd figure cucumber and celery salt, among other things, on a hotdog to be a good idea.
But I digress. I'm on a trip I wasn't expecting to take. I'm sleepy as fuck and punchy as hell (can you tell?), but I'm getting to spend a couple of stolen days with Sam, so I'm crazy-excited about that, duh. But I'm about to meet Sam's best friend in the world here in the LV airport—he's making the same trip to Tucson as I am and we'll be on the same fight from LV to Tucson—and I'm just a wee bit nervous about meeting someone who's so important to my significant other.
I'm sure it will be fine. I'm a fucking sweetheart, right? But still, why pass up a chance to kvetch?