A picture of me with Samantha.
A summary of my trip thus far? On my first flight I was on a very small plane and purposely picked a seat in the exit row to have more leg room. When I boarded the plane, an older gentleman (I use that term loosely) was in my seat. I questioned him if he was indeed in the right seat and he answered yes without hesitation. LIAR!
Sam took me to the "In N Out Burger" where I shared Sam's animal fries.
Sam drove down the strip and I experienced sensory overload. But not so much so that we didn't notice a rubber glove clinging to the back bumper of an occupied police car driving down the strip.
It was 97 degrees last night. The AC in Sam's car isn't working. Rolling down the windows does nothing against the heat. Sam describes it as swirling oven air. The air is so hot and thick it almost seems difficult to breath. And that was at night after it had cooled down!
Despite staying up until the wee hours of the night, I only slept 5 hours. I see a nap in my future.
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