Chicken Feet

Yesterday my husband and I left for Las Vegas to run in the Rock and Roll marathon series.   We had a flight first thing in the morning and all was going well with us arriving inside the terminal over an hour before the flight.   We were TSA Pre-check so all we had to do was drop our bags at the bag drop line.   Only the line to drop the bags was long.   Strangely long.  And it was moving slow.

Something must have been amiss because it took us over a half hour to get the bags checked, and we missed the window to get the bags on the plane…so we effectively missed our flight.   I was angry.   My husband was annoyed at me because he didn’t want to check bags in the first place but I’d suggested it.   I told the gate check person the line wait time was unacceptable.   He told me the line had been an hour long earlier.   I told him that was immaterial and that there shouldn’t be that long a wait to drop off checked bags.

He was rebooking us and did admit they didn’t do a good job of announcing the bag check cutoff time.   I didn’t want to be rude and said to my husband, “I have to walk away”.   I turned and headed to security.   When my husband showed up two minutes later he said there was good news at least.   He’d refunded the $50 bag check cost and had booked us first class both to Los Angeles and then Las Vegas.

When we landed in Las Vegas my husband was hungry, having slept through breakfast on the flight.   He suggested the dim sum restaurant in Paris, the hotel and casino we’re staying at.   I know, dim sum in a French-themed hotel, right?   But it’s there, right beside the sushi bar and the Italian restaurant and it’s delicious.  And fast.  The dim sum carts come up to your table right after you sit down, and we were hungry.

Nate, our friend, met us at the table and we caught up while we ate.   When the next cart came by we said yes to a few things but no to most of them.   There was something meaty and brown looking at the back of the cart she didn’t offer.   I asked what that was to which she said, “you don’t want that.”   Which meant I of course wanted it because it was strange or unusual.   When I asked, she said it was chicken feet.   And you know I needed some chicken feet.

As I was eating the first one the table behind us asked me to tell them if it was good.   And it was.   It was flavored very well, albeit mostly skin and cartilage, but I liked it.   I gave them one of the feet and they suggested I try the sticky rice too, which was also delicious.

I wanted to lose some money on slot machines next so we three parted to go gamble.   I got to the second machine and realized I was too tired to do anything other than sleep so I went up to the room and promptly fell asleep in my clothes, not even worrying about posting here as my sister-in-law had told me I could post-date a post to the date and time of my choosing, effectively making it look like I got round to writing this last night, even though I didn’t.   I got into my pajamas sometime later and then slept for over twelve hours.

This morning we’re going to the expo and I’m buying running shoes—because I forgot mine.  I sort of need running shoes to run a half marathon.   More on the losing money tonight when I write my next post.   For now I’m a whole five cents up.

The Big Boy Update:  My son has three math workbooks in his backpack.  He keeps bringing them home, insisting they’re homework, although his teacher says they’re for school and haven’t been assigned.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter loves, loves, loves the new puppy.   She fell asleep a full hour before bedtime last night on the couch with Matisse.   My father-in-law sent us this picture: