What happens in Vegas...

Doesn't happen to me...I am in Vegas, it is 9pm and I am in bed.  Quite the night life I lead.  It was a long flight on Southwest Airlines to Vegas with the gargantuan man sitting next to me on the overbooked flight.  This being set day, we put together our melts, faxed the tape room and then played our PSP's.  I am partial to Tiger Woods Golf '08.  Our tape producer this week, someone who has never done the tape producing job before, got unexpectedly called away and now we are basically doing an extra job this week.  I'm sure it will reflect in our paychecks.  

I'm staying at a Hyatt Place...nice, big rooms...40" flat screen...and the kicker, free internet!   It is across the street from the Hard Rock Hotel, where we normally stay.  The Hard Rock is a fine establishment with a casino, but the wall sconces are used cymbals...thus, very little sleep actually occurs there.  Drunks and others feel it is there duty to bang the cymbals night and day.  There are some great display cases with "rock stars" outfits, instruments and other memorabilia.  

Tomorrow the day starts early with a 7am call...lots of qualifying tomorrow, but the day should be finished by 8pm.  

I am still trying to decide what show to go see...Blue Man Group, Penn and Teller, Bette Midler...so many to choose from...but guess what, the Bay City Rollers are in town!!!!  That may be the ticket!  I used to have a pair of white pants that my dear mother sewed a two inch hem of plaid to and I thought I was one of the boys.  S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT!   Thanks, Mom!