Just this past Monday I had a non-stop from Louisville that was to arrive at 1:25 PM. Great, I'll get there in plenty of time to get settled into my room and then head out for dinner with a few buddies I only see in LV. The flight was quite bumpy and the lunch I didn't have was trying to vacate my body. I was struggling mightily to keep it down. I made sure the barf bag was easily accessible in case needed. While struggling, my friends wife, seated next to me pulled her bag out and opened it. Oh no, if she loses it there's no way I'll be able to hang onto mine. We're gliding in to the airport, gear down, rooftops below...whew, we're going to make it. That jubilation was quickly quashed as the plane throttled up and started climbing...No, No, No!!! The pilot came over the intercom and stated we needed to fly around because of high winds. There's no way in hell that Jane or I will be able to hold out, since we have both turned green by now. After about 15 minutes the pilot came back on and announced that it's still too bad to land in LV, that we are low on fuel and will have to go to Bull Head City, AZ to refuel and wait out the storm...Dear God, No!!! Fast forward about 20 minutes and we are on the ground in the middle of nowhere. Amazingly, neither Jane or I have thrown up. I was still quite sick, but by the way Jane looked I guess I looked pretty good. Anyway, they let passengers get up to use the rest room while refueling. I got out of Jane's way so she could get there as quickly as possible, but she still didn't make it first. She eventually returned, sweating profusely, and just crumpled into her husband's lap. Fast forward another half-hour or so, plane is refueling and bouncing around while parked because of the wind. Pilot comes over the intercom. Just when we think we are going to get out of there, he yanks the rug right out from under us. Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our maximum hours of flying time. SW will be sending two more pilots from Phoenix to fly us to LV. They will be boarding a plane soon. This can't be happening! Well, they let whoever wanted off the plane to go to the terminal. Some chose to rent a car and drive to LV. We chose to get off the plane and go to the terminal (no gates, used air stairs and walked across the tarmac). By now our stomachs had settled a bit and we grabbed a bite (mini-mart microwave sandwiches and chips). I carry Dramamine and was using it, but it was no match for this day. I gave Jane one while we were eating. Fast forward about another hour and we were called back to the plane. In a bit, we were fired up and heading down the runway and off to Vegas we went. I still had a rough go of it when landing, but I did manage to hang onto that imitation egg-mcmuffin. Jane was a new woman, said she would never be without Dramamine again. Although, in the end I ended up in Vegas (actually twice), it's an experience I can do without repeating.