I haven't been blogging too much about what I've seen at the conference, because it has been pretty well documented in the press and what not.
I absolutely need to get out of this fucking building tonight, even if it's just to get some air. I've only been outside once, for a few minutes, since I got here Tuesday night. I don't need to go anywhere per se, but I'd be content enough to just be outside.
Tonight I get to meet up with Allison, who worked for me way back in 1999 to 2001 in the cable TV gig. After I left that gig, I missed her wedding, and then didn't even know she moved out here and had babies! That's so crazy. Facebook connected us again, so I suspect we'll have much to talk about. It was always tough at the time being friends and being her boss.
We had a fire alarm this morning at 6 a.m. I was not pleased.
Vegas is a strange place to be when you're by yourself. Normally, the excess and sin of the place compels you to either try to hook up with people or have a lot of gratuitous sex with your partner, and of course I can't do either.
I really like Palazzo over Venetian. Minimum bets are higher on everything, but it's nicer, has better music and is lighter. Regardless, I definitely want to stay elsewhere if we do in fact end up out here in November.
I'm starting to get brain rot. The density of information at this conference is very high. I'm about to go into another one that's really dense. I hope I can stay engaged.
I'm looking forward to going home though. I'm not fond of traveling alone. Everything is more fun when you have someone to share it with.