I’m so tired that my jaw hurts. Where am I? I’m currently sitting beside a lovely pebble filled cement pillar at the Las Vegas airport. I’ve been in Las Vegas on business since Tuesday. I attended a major annual industry convention that represents 80-90% of our agency’s business. My opinions of the actual conference and of Las Vegas differ greatly.
The conference itself was fantastic. In fact, to me, it feels like that part is over just when I’m getting warmed up. (that could also be because I wish I could play Guitar Hero some more.) I met with a lot of clients, prospects, and vendors. I did not party (based on the fact that I didn’t feel so great and I had so many meetings.)
I saw the fountains at the Bellagio. I ate at the Four Seasons. I walked the strip in 100 degree heat. I got lost inside Planet Hollywood and The Mandalay Bay. I saw half naked women dancing in cages.
Based on this trip, I’m not a fan of Vegas, but I think it’s unfair of me to judge solely on this experience. After all, I was broke and being all stressy about hitting my meeting times.
All I remember about Vegas is the slot machines at the airport on the back to Kansas City. I call that trip the “Fuck Me to Tears” tour.
Hmm, I think that was Reno. And I remember eating TCBY.
We stopped both places on our circuitous route back to KC
Uh Brian. Not very nice language dear.