Vegas

Just got back late last night from a week in Las Vegas for EMC World.  A few observations:

• At the Las Vegas airport, every restaurant tries to sell you four dollar shots of liquor with everything you order.  Not "Would you like a four-dollar shot of bourbon?"  No, it's "Would you like a four-dollar shot of liquor?"  That's both skeezy and ambiguous. 
• A lot of people who happen in Vegas should stay in Vegas
• Went to Delmonico - best meal I had all week.  Emeril Lagasse can cook.
• Found Tiffany an Elvis bobblehead.  It was an epic quest.  After hitting every tchotchke shop on a mile long section of the strip, I looked up and saw a hundred-foot Elvis on the side of the Aria, bathed in sunlight.  And lo, there is an entire store of Elvis-themed crap inside.
• I found myself constantly wondering whether scantily-clad women were ladies of the night, or just girls who decided to wear six-inch heels on their trip to Vegas.  And you can never really find out: It's like asking a fat woman if she's pregnant. Bad idea. Some things are best left a mystery.
• People often compare Las Vegas convention centers to airplane hangars.  I disagree.  I think they're for when you're like "Oh man, I need a building to put all my airplane hangars in!"
• Las Vegas also has armies of cooks and waiters that can usher 8000 people into one of those airplane hangar-hangars, and feed them all in like 30 minutes.  It's a well-oiled machine with layers of logistics, and it's a beautiful thing to watch.
• It's good to be back and play with Raz again.