Leaving Las Vegas

I’ve actually been back for a couple of days, but I’m still recovering from the sleep deprivation that comes from partaking in the Las Vegas culture, and actually attending the conference sessions during the day.  I ate some wonderful meals – thanks for the Delmonico recommendation, Randy!  It was awesome!!  I won a little bit of money off of the Wyoming Cowboys spectacular performance in the MWC conference championships.  Go Pokes!!  I’d have won a lot more money off of them if I’d actually bet on the first game, instead of forgetting about it in a food and wine induced haze…

An observation: Why is it that the prettiest, most beautiful, most fabulous shoes - the ones you really want to wear for a great night out – cause the most tremendous pain?

A few memorable quotes from the trip (with minimal details, of course, because what happens in Vegas…):

• “Where am I?”
• “Seriously, where am I?”
• “Where am I?  I can see the Barbary Coast… and… another building.”
• “Where am I supposed to be?”
• “Where are you?”
• “What do they call the female Wyoming basketball players?  Cowgirls?  Lady Cowboys?  Cowboyettes?”
• (From voicemail): “Hey, my drunk coworkers and I are on our way to Vegas, and we might need to shower when we get there!”