After racking up 1,800 frequent flyer miles yesterday, I made it to the conference hotel, delivered my paper along with three other people on my panel, engaged in some Q&A discussion, which was nice, given that we were the last panel of the day and had gone over our time limit, looked around for people I know, didn’t see any, went back to my room, ordered room service, crashed.
What kind of a time zone lets the sun come up at 5:00 a.m.? It’s hard enough to sleep in, given the time zone change.
The weather here is beautiful. I haven’t been to the strip, yet. I need coffee.
To the person who hoped to go out with me last night: sorry I crashed so early. I’m really not a boring old man.