Sitting around waiting until it’s time to head to the airport for the long journey home from Vegas…baby. What a week.
I headed out the door at 4:30am on Monday, and it’s been pretty much non-stop since. I played guitar in a small combo (3 keyoards and guitar) and sang for an interfaith prayer breakfast on Wednesday that had Dave Dravecky as the speaker. Then, we sang the National Anthem on the main stage in front of umpteen thousand people (guess who was in the front row with his nose hairs broadcast on two giant tv screens?). And yesterday, the closing speaker was Colin Powell, who is an absolute riot, very funny and genuine guy. Seriously, if he changed his mind and ran for President, I’d vote for him, even though I am a damned Democrat.
My flight outta here is around noon, and with the 3-hour time difference, I’ll get home around 9 or 10 tonight. Which means I don’t get to see Harry Potter until tomorrow. Wah.
But first I have to figure out how to pack all the convention goodies. One of the best things about the show is going around and getting samples from all the snack manufacturers. And by the time I went in the last half hour on Friday, they were throwing stuff at people and begging them to take it, so they wouldn’t have to pack it up and take it home (or throw it out). So, I have this huge Coca-Cola tote bag full of the latest and greatest junk food coming to a convenience store near you.
I heard about this advertising scheme on a another blog, that gives away free XBOX 360 gaming systems. It sounded like a scam, but after I googled it, it was legitmiate. You have to sign up for an offer from one the sponser companies. I did a free trial one. There’s still time to get one before Cristmas! Here’s the link, check it out.
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Sounds like you had a great time.
I wish my business trips were like that.
Maybe there will be a calendar waiting for you when you get home. And maybe there will be a special one-of-a-kind treat with it, too. Maybe.
So that’s what Dravecky is doing these days, huh? That episode on the pitcher’s mound was about the most horrific thing I’ve ever seen in baseball, even exceeding a few walkoff home runs against the Dodgers (damn you, Jack Clark, Ozzie Smith, and Joe Morgan).