Fly Southwest: LAS to Bloomington, Illinois

Oh, dear wanderlust-infected soul! Are you dreaming of trading the glittering Sin City, the jewel of undefined in Las Vegas, for the serene, sweet-humored Bloomington? If those dreams are cradled in the arms of Southwest (lest you forget, an airline of considerable repute, known far and wide for its idiosyncrasies, charm, and developing a surprising, nay, alarming attachment to the color blue), you are in for a thrilling rollercoaster ride of an adventure. Notably devoid of any rollercoaster, to be fair.

You may chastise yourself for not having the most delightful part of your journey - the selection of the flight - linger at the tip of your to-do list. Notable apologies to the legion of bird lovers among you, because your bird of choice here comes primarily in one color: a vibrant, in-your-face blue, and without the capability of spontaneous melody, unless you count the heavy, almost melodic, roar of the engines.

How does one charm this bird to fly from undefined in Las Vegas to Bloomington at our bidding? At the risk of sounding redundant, one must master the art of selecting 'flights'. Now, dear reader, this is not an exercise akin to choosing your favorite kind of pie (spoiler alert: it's always apple). No, the mastery of identifying the difference between 'non-stop', 'direct flights', and 'one-way' versus 'round-trip' is key. Beware the sly agent at the counter, ready to snare you with a dreaded 'layover' hidden within the seemingly alluring bundle of flight deal choices.

Would you, like a gallant squire entering a tournament, wish to bestow upon yourself the moniker of 'frequent flyer'? Join the club, literally. The tantalizing world of lavish layovers, perennially friendly cabin crew and priority boarding awaits you. Did someone mention the premium 'first-class' lounge access? Indeed, they did. Hang onto your wide-brimmed hats and oversized sunglasses, for the star treatment is nigh.

You might be riddled with questions regarding 'baggage allowance'. Look, if you can't part with your golden poodle statue (who's a good boy, right?), you can't part with it; it's as simple as that – but expect to pay a few excess gold coins.

Has paranoia ever set in? When you wonder, with your heart pounding the age-old question - "what if life had a pause button?", only to find that the closest substitute is Southwest's 'flight cancellation policy'. Can you hear the sigh of relief reverberating around the globe?

Weaving through this labyrinth of air travel is a delicate task. But it is we, the seasoned connoisseurs of the peculiar realm of aviation, who act as your navigators through this maze ensuring your departure from undefined Las Vegas on Southwest can be as enjoyable as your arrival at Bloomington. Long live the art of travel, and long live the Oklahoma-bound Southwest jet that just passed over your house. Happy packing!