allied

Next month I go to Vegas for two back-to-back trade conferences... I'll breathe stale, recycled air because I'll be so busy I'll never leave the hermetically sealed hotel; won't have time to gamble or have fun; but will still have money syphoned out of my wallet for no reason; be exposed to thousands of the strangest, most desperate, ugly and stupid examples of humanity you could imagine; have to switch flights, like, 37 times both ways; and be miserable on those flights because they'll be overcrowded; have to listen to my gf complain that I never take her on this trip, even though she hates everything about Vegas, hates walking long distances and gets nervous in large crowds; and I'll watch my skin crack from the lack of humidity.

Fun times! I'm goofing around, and I shouldn't really complain. The company I work for is great, and I'll see a bunch of industry people I like, so it's not all bad.