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Tuesday: Arrive in Atlanta. Captain decides to wait until AFTER landing to explain that the strong burning smell is due forest fires in the area and not our plane about to spontaneously combust upon landing. Pleased as punch to live another day. Five hour layover. Sleep (sort of) on airport floor with girls, hoping our carry-ons are not stolen while we snooze.
Wake up. Note that in Atlanta a Philly cheese steak sandwich is considered a breakfast food. Board plane. Seated beside cute guy from Toronto on Atlanta -> Buffalo flight. Make small talk before realizing my overnight airport breath could kill a 300 lb man. Stop talking. Noon - arrive in Buffalo. 4:15 pm - arrive at my condo downtown.
6pm close eyes. Wednesday: Wake up 9:30am. Have slept through alarm, and only my cell alarm, set the prior day so as to not miss flight out of Atlanta, wakes me ringing from my purse. Conclude that Vegas did indeed do a number on me. Walk to office. Feel drunk. (How is this possible? It’s been days. Suspect near-lethal dose of Gravol at airport in Atlanta is to blame.) Debate whether it is appropriate to wear sunglasses at desk all day.
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