I went out to several industry parties last night. Free food, free drinks. Who can complain? One party even had nice capacolla ham on the anti-pasta platter. Mmmmm, that's good eating.
Before heading back to the hotel, we stopped by a Davidoff cigar store and picked up some cigar. Actually, Bob & Brad chose them, I just helped pay. Drunk shopping for cigars isn't pretty.
Again, I had trouble keeping the damn thing lit. Others seem to do this effortlessly, but not I. Perhaps a cigar class is in order.
More meetings today. Everyone wants to sell me stuff.
While I enjoy Vegas, I miss sleeping at home. Hotel rooms always remind me of crime novels.