Highlight of Vegas Conference trip so far—all before the conference even begins
** I naively forget about cell-phone in cargo pants pocket which upon the second infraction automatically triggers a sequestering behind tall glass walls and full-body metal sweep with long rod: “Hey, can you not put that radiation sticks so close to my boys?”
**Stupidly I decide to buy a bagel 15 minutes before scheduled take-off where a man with a voucher is trying to spend every last nickel (after buying a bagel sandwich, cookies, extra bagel with cheese: “let’s see I’d also like one of the special bagels, no not that one…so what happens to what I haven’t spent? Can you give it to this charity you are advertising”). All the while my now nervous colleague Brittany (note to self: take Brittany to lunch) stalls them at the counter: “I promise he was just here. This is his stuff. Can I take his stuff on? . . . Will you watch it, then? I’m sure…he’ll be here”
**When asking for directions at a booth on the strip:
Really, you guys are cute.
Well, thanks, but we are colleagues…
That’s not a problem. You can get married for 15 bucks have some fun and then get divorced for 5! What happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas.
**The not so bright before-mentioned person: “Why don’t we skip the tram ride? The Dancin’ Queen is still coursing through my veins and I need to walk it off” One hour and 10 minutes later, one arrested hooker, much broken glass, and one cheap marriage/divorce offer: “Boy, these blocks are really making me tired.”
And now off to the conference.
Friday, October 12, 2007
What happens in Vegas . . . unless you blog about it
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3 comments:
I'm so glad you blogged. But I was hoping for a story involving you and a mixed drink and maybe Barry Manilow? Or Tom Jones? Well, see what you can do. You still have a few days left.
Sounds like a hoot. All of the above are reasons I hate Vegas. The Vegas "brand" at my house goes a little something like this--"Vegas--just another name for hell!" Hope the conference is edifying.
Hey, don't knock Dancing Queen. Abba rules!!
Sounds like a good time. Especially when you're on the clock!
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