I'm sort of kicking myself a little today.
Someone asked me when my flight out of Louisville was on Friday morning, and I had no idea, so I checked.
It's at 6:30. In the morning.
I don't know why I keep scheduling my Las Vegas flights for so damn early. I get to Las Vegas at 10:30 and I know that I'm not going to get a room until at least 2:00 in the afternoon. It would make much more sense to arrive in the afternoon so I wouldn't have to sit around with my thumb up my ass for hours.
Plus, if I left Louisville at a reasonable hour, I could even go out to Rich O's Thursday night.
I remembered all this in May, when I last went to Vegas. But this time I forgot, and in my excitement I booked the earliest flights possible.