Greetings from the slum-like conditions of the Sahara Hotel, a little ways off the strip. It’s been a long and strange trip to this point already. I’m actually staying with the guys at the MGM Grand, but the conference we’re exhibiting at is inexplicably held in the much lesser conditions of the Sahara. Apparently I came in too late and missed what was the social event of the season last night at the Wynn, enough so that half the exhibitors haven’t yet showed up to build their booths. That’s ok, because barely any of the attendees have made it yet either.
Things didn’t start off well – my flight from Toronto to Pittsburgh was delayed 90 minutes, bad considering my connecting flight to Las Vegas was one hour. The staff at US Airways found me a direct flight on Air Canada out of another terminal, which means I have thus far left Canada twice and not returned at all. This could wreak havoc on the return trip, I shall find out soon.
When I got here I took a bit of time to stroll up the strip, ended up dropping by a casino I’d never been in before – Monte Carlo. Found a pub and brewery where they make their own suds and sampled their Belgian Wit and Silver State Stout. Both were pretty good, much better than the fake Prince cover artist they had providing the entertainment.
Tonight it’s off to Mesa Grill for a great dinner, then to Tangerine in Treasure Island for an after-party. Back to do it all again tomorrow before meeting up with my old friend John Griffith for dinner, and back home. I’ll try to report back later; hope Rob and Paul are keeping you entertained.
Cheers!