I met the small-fry at LAX. He was tiered of course, being in transit for 16 hours. I got my bag and then we tried to walk out of the airport since I had booked an hotel next to the airport. This was not as easy as it sounds. To leave LAX by foot you need to find the secret passage.
The hotel I booked was not as close to the airport as advertised so on our way there we had 7 sorrows and ended up eating about the worst meal I have had in the USofA in a stinking roadside club called the Melody Club. Except from the odour of the place the live music they had was way to loud and not to my liking at all. Since I neither wear multicoloured shirts, dance in geometrical shapes or push cows.
Finally at the Hotel my booking exists but has transmuted into a smoking allowed room and it reeks. Thankfully we get to change to a habitat suitable for humans and finally my little brother can rest his drowsy head. Nighty night.
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