Yep, that's right. I grabbed a plane from SLC, flew to Vegas, quickly grabbed dinner at the Quizno's in the slot-machine loaded airport, before I met up at the Delta ticketing counter with a new girl my work was admitting to our program. And, all by myself. I was a bit worried that I didn't know her background issues when special security decided to do a pat-down check. Luckily, she acted like a normal person and didn't flip out in tantrums or ninja moves, and I could rest assured for the rest of our journey. Granola bars, fruit snacks, crayons, and picture books filled the rest of our slightly-over-an-hour-flight back to SLC.
From 11:00 pm to midnight our drive to Springville was serenaded by Christmas carols over the radio waves in my luxurious company car, a 2001 Chevy Impala (with the "low tire pressure" warning light blinking the whole way). I checked her in with night staff as the rest of the girls' cottage slumbered away, and returned home at 1:00 am.
It was quite the interesting trip, just never lending itself to much tourism or site-seeing. No wonder businessmen never like to travel for work. Luckily, my next trip to Vegas will be for Ultimate Frisbee with Utopia. All play, and no work.