Touched down in Vegas for the annual Work Trip last night. Normally I’d fly Jet Blue — the legroom, the TVs, the chipper crew — but opted for American to save my ailing company a few shekels.
American whacked me (well, my company) $15 to check a bag, which means almost no one checks a bag, which makes for zero room in the overhead racks.
Same as I’m physically incapable of sleeping on metro-north, I cant really sleep on planes either. Jim Carrey and his Yes Man film did everything they could to help me sleep (as did a too cold $6 mini bottle of Shiraz), but no luck.
NBC controlled all the inflight entertainment, which meant you were treated to essentially an NBC all star team on the screen before and after the film — Leno showing off his cars, Roker yapping about something, Conan pitching his new Tonight gig. Just when I started to feel like the plane would never actually land (usually around the 3 hr mark), the in-flight entertainment coughed up an episode of The Office we’d somehow never seen — must’ve been one of those times we thought we had the DVR set to go.
It was a fairly old one, where Dwight and Angela break up, Jim and Pam stay at Dwight’s agri-tourism B&B (“Beets Motel”–genius), and Dwight’s kooky mute cousin Mose gets a lot of screen time. It was just enough to get me to the blessed “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re preparing our descent.”
Got my first ride in on the tram last night from the Hilton to the convention center. The train was almost empty — apparently people prefer standing in line for 30 minutes for a cab. A middle aged couple with Liverpool accents got on at the first stop at the Sahara, near the Stratosphere. When we passed the Hilton and the giant picture of Barry Manilow, the woman broke into a few bars of “I Can’t Smile Without You.”
Definitely more entertaining than “Yes Man.”