But I digress

I was 104 degrees when I was in Vegas. It didn't really bother me. I guess I like Vegas. Well, we already knew that. I like cities that never sleep. Great slogan, huh? I should work in tourism. Oh, wait... I do.

The only hitch of the trip was my return flight. I had to take a red eye with one connection in Chicago. When I got to O'Hare the flight to LaGuardia was delayed because... wait for it, wait for it... the crew didn't show up. I have no idea how that happened but that was the excuse the gate agent gave me.

The best thing about O'Hare is that EVERYTHING is open at 5:30 in the morning so I had three cups of Starbucks and bought a stack of magazines and listened to some old skool on my MP3 player and all was well with the world. (The new issue of Elle with Lindsay Lohan on the cover has a great interview with the little brat where she acts and talks like... a little brat. Will wonders never cease.)

Airports aren't so bad. Not sleeping for 24-hours before you end up in sitting around an airport is bad. Having the bitch behind you kick your seat the whole flight back to New York is also bad. But I digress.

I don't have much planned this weekend. I'm catching up on some work and I'm going to hang out with a friend later and that's about it. Any of my New York friends who want to do something fun tonight or tomorrow let me know. I'm just sitting here, recovering from semi-jet lag, watching SFW in my PJs. Call me. You won't be disturbing me, I promise.