Devastating change in Las Vegas

Everything was going as planned. I had made it to the Hard Rock casino, dropped my baggage off with the greasy-haired bellboz and had made a beeline to Mr Lucky`s for the world's greatest veggie burgers. Long have I sung the praises of these gifts from the veggie gods, perfectly balanced by four watermelon wedgies and topped with a never-ending supply of diet cola. I must have had that look (most recently seen in The Descent when the buff Latina accidentally slices one of her friends in the neck with a makeshift icepick) -- one half "How could you?" with the other "I'm about to die" -- when I was told that the veggie burger had been taken off the menu just a week earlier. Of course I complained to the manager and to anyone who would listen, I even regaled them with my mostly true story of eating said burger with Rob Zombie poolside at the Hard Rock pool. My mission of harrassment of the Morton Group has only begun my comrades.

Flying out of Santa Maria by Allegiant was only slightly weird (too many cowboy hats and makeshift spittoons) but quite effortless. The $50 price cannot be beat plus the free parking rules (although thanks to Lisa I did not need).

My flight into Frankfurt was delayed by three hours because of a bomb scare in Dallas but I arrived safely and am at the airport hotel as we speak. Tomorrow morning I fly to Moscow and have my first business meeting. I´m not as jetlagged as I thought I´d be, mostly cause I stayed up all night in Vegas and worked out the balance on der flughafen.