Smash Vegas

I decided to be sensible last night and only watch the first half of the Champions League final between Chelsea and Munich…so clearly I missed all the action there. Despite my best efforts at avoiding unnecessary fatigue, I was woken by Maxime at 3.45AM who had wet his bed. After sorting that out I got a quick shower and then left home in Biarritz at 4.55AM to head to Pau to catch the 7.20AM flight to Paris. Given that the day started so well, I suppose it’s only normal that I’m now sitting in an airport lounge in Los Angeles because of a two hour delay on the final one hour leg of my journey to Las Vegas. In between the start of the journey and now, I had a 90 minute drive in the pitch black in driving rain, a 75 minute delay on the runway at Paris, a suitcase falling on my head in flight, a wireless connection which stubbornly refuses to send the 81 emails I wrote during the 11 hour 40 minute flight (they were long emails), and then an awkward game of “avoid the colleague” played when you spot a co-worker who you are just too tired to talk to in the lounge. So even despite my managing to watch Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy and Slumdog Millionaire in the plane, it’s not been the best day on record. Indeed even the All American, “how are you sir have a nice day sir” only raised my spirits so far…What’s worse is that I am not expecting a great deal more from the rest of the week; we’ll see, but I’m pretty convinced that I’d much rather be back at home in Europe with the family (wet mattresses and all).