Hi. Hey. Hello.
Whelp. The Las Vegas trip with Head Cat and Lesbo Kitty has come and gone and it was sadly uneventful.
Head Cat was honestly the least of my worries. Here’s how it went in bullet form because I’m being lazy and I want to get this out quick-ish:
-
I wanted to go in early to have a whole day to myself so I could do a sneaky Tuesday Vegas shopping trip at the fancy Forum Shops mall inside Caesars Palace. Alas, my flight was delayed - just like last year - for three hours. I think it was four hours last year. Bottom line, late so I said fuck the shopping.
-
The cool thing was that I got to meet Prosebox’s own [gemidevi]…finally! We tried to make it work last year for the same conference, and my flight was delayed and she couldn’t meet me. But this year, the timing actually worked out that it was her lunch break at the airport (in case you don’t know, she’s a bigwig at Harry Reid International Airport), and she met me and Martini at the gate when we landed! How cool is that? Now, we really didn’t have a lot of time for chit chat, but we hugged, and I got to see how STUNNING this woman is in person, and what a beautiful soul she is! We walked together over to the pet relief station (Martini had to gooooooo after a 3-hour delay!), and then we even rode the train together to Terminal 1 where I got my luggage. And then she had to go back to work. But it is always so freaking amazing to actually meet a PBer face-to-face like that. I am grateful for Prosebox (and OD before it) and other online relationships. Probably the best part of my whole trip!
-
By the time I checked into the hotel, I was exhausted. I unpacked and did some emails and took a walk to the CVS on the strip to grab essentials (big bottles of Evian that cost $4 instead of $20 in the hotel room, snacks, tea, creamer, etc.), and I walked Martini over to a lovely gelato shop where I got a 2-scoop waffle cone and chatted with this adorable mom and daughter taking a trip before the daughter started college. That was my dinner!
-
In bed by 9pm. So different from my Vegas trips of yore!
-
Next day, the show started. I had a whole day at the show before Head Cat showed up!! But what did I accomplish? I don’t even remember! I took a lot of photos and talked to a few people, attended a couple of meetings and seminars, but noticed that Martini was really not doing very well. She’s getting too old to be dragged around a trade show, and I felt bad the rest of the time - even though she rode in her special dog bag 90% of the time and was served treats over and over and over again (taste tester!)…it was still too much stimulation for her. So many noises and crazy gyrations!
-
I ended up having dinner at the fucking food court (disgusting Chinese) because it was rush hour and the Uber surge lines and pricing were insane, so by the time we were done there and I was back in the room, I didn’t feel like doing anything except take a nice walk over to the Bellagio and Cosmopolitan in the walkways. The outside air was 110 and even the AC could barely keep up. But it was a fun walk and good people watching.
-
Met some hot dudes back in the hotel lobby. They were doting over Martini. Sadly, they were married. But we talked for a good 30 minutes!
-
In bed by 9pm. Sensing a theme here?
-
Thursday was Head Cat and Lesbo Kitty day. Of course, Head Cat was very, very, VERY late. His assistant, who should have been with him at the show, kept adding things to his agenda and then texting me about them, asking me to do all kinds of extra shit. He finally met me at 11am at our super important meeting where I needed him to do some approvals. It was a good meeting and after, we walked over to another area to hide from the crowd so he could rehearse for a short video he needed to make (he has celebrity status at these events and gets stopped for photo ops constantly). He told me that Lesbo Kitty was sick and in bed at the hotel. Um. Okay fine. Less stress for me. We did a couple more things, and I got him to the places he needed to show his face, and then I had to get him to another meeting where he needed to grovel with the vendor about something so I excused myself and guess what??? I never saw the dude for the rest of the show! HAHA! I had four hours with the guy and then… poof. Seems Lesbo Kitty was up and out of bed and raring to go at that point. Which, fine. All the better for me! I had a couple more meetings and a few more wanders through the booths, and then I was out of there.
-
Another fun walk through the hotels and another gelato and some popcorn for dinner??!! What? I literally did zero cool things on this trip.
-
In bed by 9pm!
-
Next day I took my sweet time. I’d given myself time to rush back to the show in the morning if I needed to, but Martini and I were so over it that I ended up doing some emails and lolling around the hotel (after taking a nice dog walk) and then checked out at 11 and headed to the airport.
-
Flight home was totally uneventful. Stayed at Marce’s on Friday night, brunch in the morning, drove back to [my city] on Saturday afternoon, and didn’t even get out of my jammies on Sunday.
I realize I still need to tell you the story of Head Cat and Lesbo Kitty, but I need to finish this entry and get to the grocery store. I was supposed to go yesterday, but again, didn’t get out of jammies, so today I’m out of food and out of toilet paper and I need to fix that!
Lastly, my biggest learning of this trip was that I shouldn’t bring Martini to any more trade shows. It’s just too hard on her little body, too much stimulation, too hard for me to carry her around and make sure she was taken care of on top of trying to take care of Head Cat. Plus, I couldn’t leave her in the hotel room since she’s listed as a service dog and has to go everywhere with me, so doing anything even slightly wild and crazy (or even kinda fun) was not in the cards for me on this trip. I think it’s best for us all that we have some time apart on my next trip.
Gotta go!
GS
Loading comments...