McCarran International Airport aka: Las Vegas Airport, LAS

I wasted almost an hour in my desperate need for a cup of coffee at one of only two eateries serving a group of about ten gates during my connection here. I’ll try to avoid this airport at all costs in the future.

Airport security destroyed one of my shoes here- apparently looking for a bomb. Lovely!

But, then again, ToddieM doesnt like flying anyways…

The airport perfectly captures all that I love and hate about my hometown.
HATE:
the tinny, manufactured sounds of minor jackpots
shifty-eyed locals at the airport for dubious reasons
the hourly arrival of groups of frat boys who are here to “get their drink on”
LOVE:
locals navigating through security in 15 minutes while tourists spend 2 hours trying to figure out where the line is
chrome palm trees and neon (where else?)
wandering around with a gin&tonic in one hand, cigarette in the other, watching an elvis impersonator get the shake-down from TSA (this really happened)

I haven’t been here since I was like, seven years old, but I remember thinking it was pretty. Things may have changed in 15 years, but who knows.