Not pleased with Virgin America

There is an extreme differences between the flight to Vegas and the flight from Vegas.

On the way to Vegas on Friday night, everyone is super friendly, chatty, excited and ready to party. Azalea and I made friends on the plane. Even the flight staff seems to be in a festive mood.

At the airport on the way back on Sunday, this was not the case. And it didn’t help that our flight was delayed SEVEN hours. That’s 90 minutes of sitting on a grounded plane due to computer malfunctions. 30 minutes of being towed back to the gate. And another five hours of waiting in the terminal, hoping the plane will be fixed any minute.

This would have been unbearable even if everyone on the flight hadn’t stayed up on legal and illegal substances the night before. Needles to say, people weren’t happy. Luckily for the airline staff, all the passengers were too tired and brain dead to complain. Just a lot of vacant stares and drooling.

Ah Vegas, gotta love it.