I always end up sleepy and sitting on the floor in this airport. Ah. Vegas.
Pre-backelorette party we hustled outta there once we landed to the pretty swift moving Taxi line. Long, but quick. We were fresh, we were pumped, we were high energy and ready to party. The ching ching of the slots was pure background noise as we wheeled carry-ons outta there toots sweet.
Post-bacherlorette party the bestie and I crawled along through the terminal. I'm a seasoned traveler, I get what gets through security and what doesn't, and lets just say I was so out of it that I attempted to get three mini water bottles, a red bull, and a giant bottle of spray sun block through...sigh....security is pretty understanding and didn't subject me to too much heckling over this.
I refused to carry my luggage anymore till I got nachos. We ate nachos at a random tex-mex place.The food was meh, the service was meh, There was an awesome plug next to my chair and my phone was dead (Ah. Vegas.) so yay.
The floor was pretty comfy. Three stars.