Who Is This Man, and Why Is He Smiling?
Welcome to the Vegasmic blog. If you landed here without being invited or otherwise directed, you have too much time on your hands, have little or no taste, were trolling Blogger for new blogs (see previous reference on having too much time on one’s hands), clicked through on one of those Blogger "recently updated" lists (again, too much time on your hands), or god forbid ran a search for some term that shows up here (idle hands are the Devil’s playground, man!).
To indulge those not in-the-know, 2006 will be the 10th consecutive year a huge group of influential, internationally renowned folks will descend on Las Vegas for a few days of fun and sun. OK, that's not exactly true. The group isn't that big... and, I guess the group isn't really internationally renowned, they're more like a bunch of Western Canadians who after generally freezing their collective asses off for all or most of the Winter, seek sun and fun in the Entertainment Capitol of the World.
Back to Las Vegas. Its in Nevada, which is in the Western US. You know, below Western Canada. Which is pretty handy for the pilots who’ll fly most of these folks, except for a couple of guys who live in the US. Its more of a west to east trip and back for those guys (I'm one of them - oh, but I'm not Canadian. That’s a long story). Anyway, the pilots must know how to get there and back, because I know other people who've gone from Florida and New York to Vegas and back, so I'm not too worried about getting lost on the way. And if we did get lost, it would be ALMOST like Vegas if they had a bunch of those little bottles of liquor, and gave them out. Of course in Vegas, the liquor bottles are much larger than on the plane, generally speaking.