T-12 hours and change until I fly to Las Vegas.
And, of course, I have no clean clothes, I’ve only just found someone to take care of my cat (side note: maryqueenofscouts is my hero), and I’m eating frosted Pop-Tarts for dinner. AM I AN ADULT YET, YOU GUYS?
Funny. Melissa and I leave for Vegas in approximately 12 hours. STL-ORD-LAS.
Bummed because we waited too long to get tickets, and Southwest was sold out for their direct flight.
As a result we’re stuck on American.
