Aug 24 2013
Welcome to Las Vegas
I staggered off the airplane and after much aimless wandering I arrived at the baggage carousel to rescue giant purple luggage and await my welcome. The airport conspired against us and welcoming committee were led astray among the wilds of terminal one. Meanwhile at terminal three I was becoming a little perturbed. Various people were wandering about with signs but none carried my name. One had no name at all so I asked him whether he might be searching for a Mowatt. He said no but asked if I was part of a toothpaste convention. I was quite sure that I was not and assured him so. Unconvinced he enquired further – I replied no. “Are you sure” said he. He seemed to be getting quite insistent so afeard that I might be coshed over the head and dragged away to attend joyful toothpaste convention frolics I backed away. A little while later my reception committee untangled themselves from terminal one and our happy little band was complete.
Thanks to Carrie, Brenda Dupont and Jacq Monahan for splendid welcome.
