Chasing the White Rabbit

OK, it’s a new year and time for another attempt at blogging. Just to bring you up to date Colt is as studdly as ever (with just over 9000 miles under his tires), MB has taken up permanent residence on the memory board, Gracie is as diva-ish as ever and I’ve been traveling again. There are of course many other things that have transpired in the last year, some good, some not so good. However, it’s all water under the bridge so if and when those stories are shared it will be under the guise of current topics with an eye on the future.

I’ve just returned from a little fun and debauchery in Wonderland. Colt and MB stayed home with the Gracie Unit as the LMF and I headed off to Sin City for some much needed down time. While the trip had been on the books for months; job hiccups for both of us kept our minds firmly planted in reality (blasted politicians) until the last possible moment.  

Either by premonition or the power of (un)positive thinking, “something” bit us in the aspirations as we learned our flight was to be delayed just after reaching the gate. An hour later, the solemn news broke that the plane was “unfixable”. Unbeknownst to us mere mortals, deep in the underbelly of the Humphrey terminal… the kindly cast and crew of Sun Country flight 105 (in a selfless act of sedition) were creating plans to hijack the inbound flight from Alaska and to reroute it to Las Vegas for our collective nefarious purposes. Meanwhile the disenfranchised “would be” gamblers began storming the gate in a desperate attempt to set up a rolling craps game out on the tarmac.  We watched the lone gate attendant as he valiantly stood by his post armed only with airline meal vouchers; the angry mob swiftly commandeered the desk, there  was simply no hope of neutralizing the civil unrest.  

Sensing the ensuing carnage the LMF and I left for the nearest bar; we ponied up for a couple of Linnies and began making new friends with other weary travelers. Somehow time delays became far more manageable under the influence of calamari and quesadillas. One pint became two and the sun began to dip into the horizon.  Before we knew it, people were sparce and the bartender had began to "clean up" for the night.   

At T+3.5 we brusquely made our way back to the scene of destruction anticipating the worst but hoping for the best.  It appeared that the flight and cabin crews of Flight 105 had been successful in their stealthily coup against the Alaskan counterparts and to our amazement we found happy hordes queuing up for the cattle call that is boarding beyond first class. 

In short order everyone was loaded on the plane.  With one last act of defiance the Captian order the cabin door closed beore the final boarding call and soon were barreling down the runway giving chase to a white rabbit and headed west for Sin City.  

Stay tuned for the Las Vegas adventures of Sous-Chef in Wonderland

• Looking for the Boo down the rabbit hole that is WSOP
• Advice from a caterpillar: meeting Linda Lou
• A mad tea party: it’s all about the food/drink
• Off with their heads: where is child protection when you need them
• Playing croquet with a flamingo: slots we love and hate