I arrived at the Planet Hollywood Resort on Sunday at 4:30p, went to our opening-night reception, then crashed for the night.
The next day our work session went from 9am til 6:30 pm. Afterward, I hit the casino buffet with some co-workers, had a few beers while watching about 2 dozen big-screen basketball and baseball games in a hotel bar, then crashed for the night.
The next day, our work session went from 9 am til 5:30 pm. Afterward, I ordered room service, took a nap, headed to the Hawaiian Tropics bar, which is in the hotel. Hung out there while ogling the ladies and drinking beers for a few hours. Then I headed back to my room to crash for the night, as I had a semi-early flight to catch the next day.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I hadn’t breathed fresh air for more than two-and-a-half days. Incidentally, I gambled only $1. It was while I was waiting for my co-workers outside the buffet. I put it in the 2-cent slot machine; I was up 60 cents at one point, but ended up gambling it right away.
I saw the first few words of the thread title and thought you were calling for me.
I understand, really. Hell, when I went to a two-night conference in San Francisco, we had breakfast, meetings, lunch, meetings, a tiny bit of down time, dinner, and then I was so frakking tired that I ended up in the indoor swimming pool, then cleaning up, watching TV and going to bed.
I saw the inside of the hotel and the airport. Not the city. Sheesh.
Jeez. I swear, if my former company had ever booked some sort of work thing in Vegas and made me work the whole time, I’d be pissed.
As a business owner now, if we make it, I vow to never do that to my people. Except the ones who don’t dig Vegas. I’m sorry for them, but when the boss lady sez go…
