Like a school kid, I’d been looking forward to my summer vacation since February. We booked our flight to Vegas on a Sunday afternoon while yet another blizzard blew through the Midwest. Knowing that the trip was on the horizon got me through the countless hours I spent shoveling snow this past winter. It seemed to take forever, but finally, our departure day arrived and we were on our way!
I’m always really excited to watch my bag being loaded onto the plane because, well, it means my bag is being loaded onto the right plane. Look! It’s the hot pink one in front! There it goes!

About ten minutes before our section began boarding, we decided to kick off our vacation with a celebratory beer. We knew we didn’t have a lot of time, so of course we ordered the largest size available and drank as fast as we could. Afterwards, I stood at the gate feeling a little light-headed and wondering if I was seeing things. So I leaned over and asked Justin, “Am I cuckoo or is that a bird hopping across the floor?” He confirmed that no, I wasn’t crazy and yes, that was a bird scurrying through the McNamara terminal. I guess even if you have wings, sometimes you feel like letting someone else do the flying.

Taken from an electronic-device-usage-friendly 33,000 feet, the clouds cleared as the night moved in and the almost full moon rose over the wing.


Viva Las Vegas! I’m not much of a gambler, but I get a kick out of the fact that you can play a few rounds of video poker before you’ve even grabbed your bag from luggage claim. On our way into town, I managed to get a shot of the famous Las Vegas sign through the windshield of our moving rental car. And no, I wasn’t driving.

Just a thought, but maybe they call it Sin City because of all the so-good-but-so-bad-for-you food. Who needs casinos when you can get a slice of pizza in New York and chase it with a crepe from Paris?






































