Lying on the floor in the transit lounge

What a ride. I’ve never flown out of XNA before. What they call a “departure gate” I call “Bob’s unpainted garage.” Wow. Denver was even stranger – it’s like we dropped out of the sky on approach (largely because of the mountains, I suspect), and the flight from Denver to Las Vegas was about the roughest flight I’ve ever been on.

Here’s my spacious, palatial boudoir for the weekend:

…okay, not that spacious, or palatial, but it’ll do.

I’ll report back later from the Alumni Dinner.