Answering the Siren Call of the $9 Hornitos Margarita
Vegas to Little Rock
April 6, 2024
What began as a fairly civilized plane change in Vegas, downing four screwdrivers before 10am, degenerated into something worse -- or at least more interesting -- when our paths crossed with Kathy's. She seemed a fairly normal middle-aged mom traveling out to her sister in Arkansas to see the eclipse. But before we reached our gate, she told about the time TSA escorted her and her husband off the plane in Honolulu before it took off, and left them to sleep on a concrete bench at the airport until dawn.
That's some real gangster behavior, we decided.
So we kept the party rolling on the flight to Little Rock (airport code LIT!) with plenty of junk food, $9 Hornitos margaritas, and paper crowns provided by the flight attendants who were, surprisingly, more amused than annoyed at our antics.
And all it cost us was my wallet, which some opportunistic person might have lifted from my drunkass as we blasted up the jetway and through the terminal.
