SAT. FEBRUARY 4
We left the hotel much much too early for Las Vegas -- around 7:45. Amazingly, the roads were empty.
A local deli catered the day for the participants at the workshop. They had bagels in the morning continental breakfast tray, but I have learned the hard way that one should never eat bagels in a town that doesn't have enough Jews in it. And it proved once again to be a good rule -- the bagels looked like incomplete croissants, and were in fact the one item that hardly anyone touched. I had about 3/4 of a raspberry danish. It was okay.
So we talked, and we were brilliant, of course. And boy, did I really need a Diet Coke. Lunch was box lunches from the same deli -- not bad at all, actually. I had a tuna sandwich on rye w/ mayo and tomato, a small bag of potato chips, and a white chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookie. Later in the day, they brought out the remnants of the b'day cake, so I had another piece of b'day cake.
I so would have loved to head back to the Strip with everyone after we were done teaching, but I had wanted to get home before my birthday, which was a good choice, given Sabrina's reaction to my return! So off we raced to the airport immediately after finishing teaching. I have never seen the Vegas airport emptier. There was a Quiznos by my terminal, so I had yet another tuna sandwich, this time w/ mozzarella cheese and tomato and a bag of chips. How repetitive of me.
My flight home was awful. Thank God it was only an hour. We left late. The leg space was less than I have ever seen on any plane -- short little me had my knees hitting the seat in front, and when the woman tilted it back, I couldn't even let the tray table down. And the woman sharing my row was drunk as a skunk, and a reeking smoker, having only gotten on this plane after missing her flight to Boston because she stayed late at the tables, where she had lost $3000 just today. The flight was incredibly turbulent.
So it's really not surprising that when I got home, I wasn't hungry. At all.
But boy was I glad to be home!
A local deli catered the day for the participants at the workshop. They had bagels in the morning continental breakfast tray, but I have learned the hard way that one should never eat bagels in a town that doesn't have enough Jews in it. And it proved once again to be a good rule -- the bagels looked like incomplete croissants, and were in fact the one item that hardly anyone touched. I had about 3/4 of a raspberry danish. It was okay.
So we talked, and we were brilliant, of course. And boy, did I really need a Diet Coke. Lunch was box lunches from the same deli -- not bad at all, actually. I had a tuna sandwich on rye w/ mayo and tomato, a small bag of potato chips, and a white chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookie. Later in the day, they brought out the remnants of the b'day cake, so I had another piece of b'day cake.
I so would have loved to head back to the Strip with everyone after we were done teaching, but I had wanted to get home before my birthday, which was a good choice, given Sabrina's reaction to my return! So off we raced to the airport immediately after finishing teaching. I have never seen the Vegas airport emptier. There was a Quiznos by my terminal, so I had yet another tuna sandwich, this time w/ mozzarella cheese and tomato and a bag of chips. How repetitive of me.
My flight home was awful. Thank God it was only an hour. We left late. The leg space was less than I have ever seen on any plane -- short little me had my knees hitting the seat in front, and when the woman tilted it back, I couldn't even let the tray table down. And the woman sharing my row was drunk as a skunk, and a reeking smoker, having only gotten on this plane after missing her flight to Boston because she stayed late at the tables, where she had lost $3000 just today. The flight was incredibly turbulent.
So it's really not surprising that when I got home, I wasn't hungry. At all.
But boy was I glad to be home!
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