Day One: I was picked up for the airport at the early hour of 6 a.m. after getting just a few precious hours of sleep. After stopping for a quick breakfast and with my tiny bladder full of Dr. Pepper we made it to the parking garage just in time for me to relieve myself in an empty beer bottle that some careless asshole left on the ground. After disposing of it properly, (i.e. leaving it in the elevator and pressing all the buttons when getting out), I checked my bag and got in the security line. A loud woman proceeded to hold up the entire line when she refused to remove her shoes. I came to the conclusion that either her foot odor was cause for embarrasment, or she may have had a secret extra toe she wanted to keep hidden from the world. My curiousity almost got the best of me as I craned my neck secretly hoping it was the latter. But I went thru and soon forgot all about the woman with the mysterious feet when I saw the sign reminding us that the show Airline might be filming and I knew I wasn't looking my best that morning. I prayed no one with a camera would shove it in my face and capture my sleepy expressions. I boarded the plane soon after with no worry.
I had a 45 minute layover in Albequerueueueaskaue, (<---i'm lazy) New Mexico. It was beautiful weather, so I headed out for a cigarette. I forgot about having to go back thru security so when I arrived back I was greeted with possibly the wierdest fucking thing I have ever seen. For those of you who have been thru the Albaqueuecueuaie airport you are not privy to the oddity that awaits you before you pass thru the metal detector. It is a little booth that commands you to enter, and once in you stand still as the machine contemplates before shooting you from about 8 different directions with gusts of air. It is an uncomfortable feeling and when the machine is satisfied that it has made you feel as disgusting as you would have felt if you had just been anally finger-searched by Tony Robbins it sends you thru the metal detector and off to your flight.
On my little over an hour flight from there to Vegas, I grabbed the window seat right before a husband and wife sat beside me. The man was in the middle and he insisted upon hogging the arm rest. He was incredibly hairy and his arms were shedding on my lap as we flew. I had a Sprite and my in-flight crackers and took about a twelve minute nap before waking to a very bumpy fucking landing.
I met up with other people I knew at the Vegas airport, which if some of you have never been to, is FUCKING INSANE. We caught a cab to the MGM Grand, and the festivities really began....
END OF PART ONE.
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Only 9 more sleeps until I make my triumphant return to Toronto to see my beautiful and super-awesome fiancee. 
I also hope to meet all the Canadians I didn't have a chance to meet the first time!
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byebye.
Sean's Vegas Vacation Part One
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...and what kinda person doesn't remove their shoes?!? It's not like they are asking ya to get bare ass naked right there... I'd have had a hard time not punching her in teh face!
If you haven't read anything recent by Koontz, I recommend Odd Thomas and it's sequel Forever Odd. You are right that a lot of his stuff was tame. He has made a very mportant change in his writing style, one that even he was astounded in the difference it made: He added humor. Simple dry humor. It makes a huge difference in his portrayal of characters as 3 dimensional. His stories are still not world shattering, but you keep reading for the character development. My 2 cents at least.