Thursday, November 8, 2007

Attending the BlogWorld Convention in Las Vegas, Nevada

What day is it today? Tuesday? Friday? I have no idea. That's because I'm in VEGAS, baby. Can anyone say highroller?

No, really, I'm here at the BlogWorld convention in Las Vegas -- my third day in the "City That Never Sleeps." At first it was very surreal, like landing in The Valley of the Giants or something. I had never been to Vegas before. I have to say, the place definitely lives up to its reputation. As an example, Tuesday night, I decided to explore the fabled strip. You know, the area with all the fancy hotel casinos, shopping, and other attractions. Disneyland for adults, complete with loudspeakers

My first encounter with said strip was a trip. The sheer magnitude of people criss-crossing the terrain stopped me dead in my tracks. There directly across the street stood Caesars Palace, a grand edifice and stunning shrine to all things Roman. As I stood there admiring the view, I realized others were hanging out on this particular corner as well. So I did what any self-respecting solo woman who didn't want to stand out as a gaping tourist screwball would do. I blended in. Seamlessly so, I thought.

So, apparently, did a lot of others. No one gave me a second glance. I had the vantage point of being able to mentally record all manner of human behavior virtually undetected. Much of it was quite normal and benign. People taking in the sites and moving along to their next destination. Ocassionally, some drunk person would weave by, and a chick in a strapless wedding gown with bridal party in tow sauntered down, but other than that, nothing so much out of the ordinary.

This post has become unintentionally long and I'm going to have to cut it short. I could continue in more detail, but the convention's keynote speaker is supposed to take the stage at 8:45 a.m. and it's already 8:05 a.m. Vegas time.

To make a long story short, as I stood there blending in with the waiting crowd (they were waiting for tables inside the restaurant), along came a very inebriated man from Kentucky, his wife on his arm. They greeted the people standing next to me, laughing and joking, relating stories of their adventures. Then, the guy starts doing this solo dance in the middle of the sidewalk. I just lost it. The dude had no idea how ridiculous he looked.

I couldn't resist. "You crack me up," I said out loud, a big smile spread across my face.

"Well come on, darl'n, join me," he beckoned, but of course I declined, glancing over at his wife. She was doing her utter best to play the part of a good sport.

Ahhhh, I'll just wrap this one up. Sorry, really, about the quality of this post, but I figured I had to post something soon or people might get the impression I dropped off the face of the earth.

As you can probably imagine, the drunk dude from Kentucky didn't want to take no for an answer. He started cozying up to me, right there is front of his friends and poor wife. Clearly, the woman was not amused.

Yeah, I could have been a real bee-yotch and taken advantage of an opportunity to get crazy. Afterall, this is Vegas where practically anything goes. But being a loyal and loving wife (I love you, honey, if you're reading or ever read this), I continued to demur. Luckily so because I think if I had taken the guy up on his proposal, the wife would have popped me. All the while I kept staring into her face, hoping he would get the message and do the same. When he finally let go of me, I breathed a smile sigh of relief.

Visions of cat fights danced away in my head.

Oh, what we women put up with to stay married. Vegas or no Vegas, that lady from Kentucky has my sincere sympathies.

1 comments:

verna said...

Cheryl trust that by this everything is back to normal. I must say making the effort to attend the Expo has proved extremely useful.

Hope unlike me you won some money.

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