Whelp, I survived Vegas. Went there on a business trip for a conference (Hyperion Conference, for those of you who care). I didn't do a lot while I was there outside of the conference (they had us going and going and going)
Firstly, I didn't lose a ton of money. I didn't win any money either. Gambling really ain't my thang. I wasn't even enthralled while I was playing the slots.
I did climb the rock wall one of the Vendors had at the conference. Made it all the way to the top! I'm pondering posting the photo in my pictures section.... it's a REALLY bad angle and I look FAT (Ok, I've got some weight on me, but I swear I don't look THAT bad)
The "Dinner and Entertainment" night SUCKED MAJORLY though. It was supposed to start at 7:30 and they had like 4000 people shoved in this small area and didn't open the doors to the dining hall until just after 8pm. There was no organization on seating.... All of our group didn't get to sit together... and there were a bunch of people in there who shouldn't have been there. Half of our group didn't even get to go. We started out with a Circque de Soleil like act... I was highly impressed. Then Dana Carvey was supposed to be our entertainment, but he unexpectedly got sick. Instead we had this other guy. Maybe you heard of him.... Jason Lemon... no, that's not right.. Jay Limo... no... Jay Leno... yeah, that's it.. Jay Leno was our entertainment... he was HILARIOUS. (I've now decided I have the "fat virus")
Vegas WAS a lot of fun though. And, I know they say "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" -- but since nothing happened in Vegas, well, nothing stays there ;-)
I've got ponderances to go back... it's expensive tho, so I'll have to win the lottery or something. I'd enjoy getting to see everything on the strip (maybe see hot guys strip?) and get to enjoy myself.
On another note, my grandmother goes to Tampa on the 9th. On that date she'll have been with me almost a full month. As of now, she's been with me for 2.5 weeks. When she came down, she was kinda relying on a cane and BARELY made it up to the third floor. A week later, she was "jumping baby gates" to put some of my clothes away (there's ANOTHER story there, which I will NOT post here), and while I was in Vegas, she took Bradley up and down the stairs several times a day. I'm happy she's doing so much better. I've got a bad feeling it may be her house that's killing her... I mean, there's YEARS of smoke in her house that's just embedded into the walls and all. Part of me is sad to see her sell her house (if she does it), but part of me is thrilled that she'd get a change of scenery and environment that would allow her to feel 15 years younger than her stature of 82.
Work's also a bit insane. Server Consolidation (SCON) is driving me beyond insane. I think I gained a few grey hairs.