Hello lumpkins. Didya miss me?
Apparently not, considering the tidal wave of concern for my whereabouts that didn’t flood my inbox. But no matter. I am returned safe and sound from the wilds of The Meadows (“Las Vegas” to my Hispanic friends), where I spent a week standing around in dress shoes and urging people who were otherwise occupied with loading up shopping bags full of free candy, tobacco and beer to buy accounting software. They were so excited to drop that and come to our booth that most of them went running right past, poor dears.
In any case, I did get a chance to freeze my butt off at the Voodoo Cafe on the 55th floor of the Rio Hotel and to have a cheeseburger in paradise at Margaritaville, a home for the diehard parrot head. (If you are someone who merely “likes” Jimmy Buffett, you’ll go a little insane there). So, it wasn’t a total loss.
Well, I have to get back to catching up on my DVR watching. So, don’t expect another post for a week or so. Try not to suffer too badly, eh?