.... i think i killed yoda

it's true. i think i actually killed the wizened little troll. i mean, wouldja just look at the fear in his eyes?

i just returned from a really fun and actually productive Vegas trip. a business trip.... really... now i should clarify this first - "business trips to Vegas" really should be overruled by some overseeing committee. in all fairness, someone should slam a gavel down on our heads when the slightest thought of having a "business meeting in Vegas" is mentioned.

giggles should be heard, jokes told amongst the committee, and we'd end up in lacey, WA or something. (for those of you not from washington state... think podunk)

alas, we didn't. we DID, however, manage to work hard about 12 hours stuck in a tiny conference room for 2 days. the other remaining hours were invested in business partner-sponsored $1800 meals, (8 people ONLY) a few star sightings silver haired star from that stoopid "dance with stars" show, John O'Hurley from this summer.

oh yeah, and a guy died next to me in his room.

yup. gross.

as i left my MGM hotel room for wednesday's business dinner at 6pm, I saw this dazed little yiddish-looking yoda guy right next to my room trying to get IN his room. i swear he was at least 200 years old! He was completely dazed looking though, and not getting anywhere fast with his current key issues. (keycard was upside down and backwards) so i offered to help, got the door opened and he wobbled inside. Fine! Good deed for the day!... RIGHT?

well, I went to the business dinner, then the business party, then the after-busines-party-drinks & gambling...... until I was the one at 3:30am fumbing with MY Key Card. as my aussie friends would say, we all got so completely pissed drunk it was... well... it was awesome. but, my meeting started again the next day at 8am.... so, nappy time!

at 5am, yoda's alarm clock goes off and continues to BLAST country music for 20 minutes. the MGM hotel uses those hot little BOSE alarm clocks that have more sound than an average person needs. try 800 raging bulls worth of sound at 5am pounding through the walls and keeping me up!

i decided to call the front desk and asked them to look in on the guy. security was up quite quickly and they proceeded to pound on the door.... then SILENCE. alarm was turned off, and i could only hear "radio-dispatch" type of communications. i was still pissed drunk, so naturally i decided to get myself a little peeky by sticking my head out of the door.... and bumped right into a GURNEY with the shape of a body under a blanket.

talk about leaving it in las vegas, eh?


oh well, the plane ride back had sick, hacking & coughing youngsters on it, so I'm sure that as the apparent ANGEL OF DEATH i've apparently become, i'll bring gout, avian flu and worse to the world.. but in the meantime, I'm home.. back... and really really tired.

can anyone beat that vegas experience?