A little hung over from last night's party helped me sleep for most of the flight to LAX. Being a Sunday night, crowds weren't that bad and the flight went without a hitch. Other than the fact that I had a fairly large and sadly uncomfortable guy next to me. He did his best to keep to his "space" but it just wasn't possible. Thanks to my great travel agent though, Sandi Karlson, I was in a window seat and squeezed myself into the wall a bit to make room. And then there was that wonderful sleep. Arriving at LAX I was informed that all international flights were in a different building. It reminded me a lot of the Bangkok airport crossed up with a Vegas hotel.