Today was filled with frantic last-minute packing, and making sure I had everything. After I had everything pack I was ready to leave, but before I headed to the airport I had to return of videos to Hollywood Video. Of course, I forgot all about that, and right now those DVDs are sitting in my car in the extended parking lot at the airport. Wow, that’s going to be one hell of a late fee. For those of you who don't know, I am broadcasting my Rational Rebellion talk show live from Sin City for the first summer show on May 14th. Thank God there were hardly any lines in the airport, both at the check in and at the TSA security checkpoint. Once I arrived at my gate I went to Subway only to find out that $5 foot-longs no longer exist. Angered by this I decide to order the most beastly sandwich I could. After I paid and returned to my gate I inhaled my sub, and proceeded to guzzle down my 20 oz. bottle of Fanta orange soda. The flight wasn't that bad, because 1.) I wasn't seated in between two large people, 2.) I wasn't seated in between two foreign stinky people, and 3.) I wasn't seated anywhere near a baby, which is good. Once I arrived at Las Vegas the first smell that I smell right as I get off the plane was the utter smell of feces. Not just feces, but diarrhea. It was disturbing, but it must have been an epic poop, because I could smell it when I was 40 feet away from the whole restroom. I can't imagine what it was like in the bathroom, or what the dudes at the urinals had to endure. After getting the smell of doo-doo butter out of my nose I found my uncle, and continued to B.S. for the remainder of the evening.