This is going to be one long day.
This was me on an airplane the other day. When we landed, I had to put my feet on the chair in front of me to brace myself. SAD PANTS.
Dude 1: I’ve seen too many boobies today.
Dude 2: what? You can’t! You can see TWO boobies or you can see MANY. No such thing as too many.
Traveling to Vegas is the worst. The flight is 25% business people being forced to attend the dullest conferences on earth (me) and 75% older ladies dressed like they’re 16 with bras falling out of their purses and talking about which club they’re gonna hit tonight. Gross.
The only good flights are from orange county to Vegas on Thursday nights. All the high priced all girls and strippers live here and commute to Vegas for the weekends so there’s some good people watching. You can also catch a glimpse if you take a Monday flight back from Vegas. But Sunday afternoon? It’s depressed businessmen and horny cougars.