It's currently 12:10 PM and my plane for Las Vegas started boarding 10 minutes ago. Sadly, I'm stuck in the middle of a staring match with my 30-minute old, untouched Bloody Mary. I've been intermittently swirling her spices around, but she just hasn't been able to win me over. I'm simply way too hungover from a late night of imbibing, and with only 48 hours in Sin City I need to hydrate before the nonstop onslaught of high-proof sugar water ensues. With that being said, if I'm at an airport, I'm either on a plane or at a bar. So with 50 minutes to spare until takeoff I ducked into a bustling, yet generic airport watering hole. Just the smell of Tabasco sauce in my now overflowing Bloody Mary provides the kick I need to get my ass off this barstool and on my flight to The City of Lights. This is a spontaneous trip with nothing planned, and since I am traveling solo I have decided to document my experience live here. See you in The Mojave Desert in a few hours! "You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead -- your next stop, The Twilight Zone."