(no subject)

I don't fly out of here until 4pm local time, but I'm at the airport because Mum wanted me to ride in with her. I just saw her off, so now it's time to find a quiet place to curl up with the fortunately free-of-charge internet at the airport.

We went to see Phantom of the Opera last night, which ended up being a great experience -- for me mostly because the others had a good time, but just in general it was fun, too. We had some kind of package deal with the Venetian where we got a steak dinner beforehand, which was excellent, and then when we got to the theatre we were early and they said they had better seats for us, so we ended up in the "house seats" at no extra charge. For those of you who aren't intimate with the box office, the house seats are the seats they hold just-in-case VIPs show up and want really great seats.

I was literally directly under the chandelier. Mum was almost directly under it, and when it (spoiler!) fell, she screamed like armageddon. It was awesome.

It's very hip in the theatre to be down on Phantom, and there are genuine good reasons for that, but hell, economics and aesthetics aside, it's a well-executed show and Mum and her BFF and Mr. BFF all loved it. So that was nice. In all, a good time.

(no subject)

WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE MY THOUGHTS ON LAS VEGAS

I THOUGHT YOU WOULD

( What Happens In Vegas Is Mildly Disappointing. )

When I was eleven or twelve I passed through the Las Vegas airport late at night, heading I can't remember where, and I recall thinking that this is what hell must be like, this airport. When I came through it on the way in for this trip I wasn't paying much attention, and I was totally prepared to re-evaluate this airport in light of that being twenty years ago, but no, I still think this is probably what hell is like. Hell with free wifi. This is a terrible airport, and I speak as one with authority on the subject of terrible airports.

(no subject)

I am home! I encountered no end of interesting people on the journey. The guy in the seat next to me took a lot of video while he was staying in Vegas, including some spectacular footage of late-night street fights being broken up by casino security. Also, there were four cops on the train I took home. I've never felt safer.

Now is all the bedtime. Or, given my body thinks it's only nine pm, all the watching TV for an hour or two and then bedtime.