I could think of worse places to be stranded than
Las Vegas. But, I am
stranded, and that always sucks. And being stranded with
nothing but a neck pillow, a ukulele and a backpack full of Cliff bars, is really
not an ideal situation no matter where you are. I am trying to stay positive
and calm, but it's hard. I’ve cried on an airport floor in front of a bunch of
Koreans already today. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas I guess.
As a pro-active and stubborn problem solver, I like to pretend I know
what I’m doing in airports. Which I do not. They terrify me. The amount of
stress associated with airports makes my brain shut off and makes me want to
cry. Which is exactly what I did. 
So now, I am in Vegas in a rink-a-dink hotel with a sweet view of the strip. With no clue where I’m going, or how I’m going to get there. 
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