Teamsters. I never thought I'd say that, but yup. Teamsters. I emerged from my cocoon, braved the onslaught of noise and crabby oldsters in the casino and emerged into warm dry air on the strip. Turn one corner and Lo! A STARBUCKS! Grande Latte Goodness was procured. I then went straight to the Venetian, where our Exhibit is held. Never have I found check in for this show to be so streamlined. I walked into the exhibit hall and found my booth space. Not only is the carpet already in place, the T1 drop AND the power are already there! For the first time in Four shows I am not having to chase down services to get my booth prepared!
Teamsters. Gotta hand it to em.
Thank gods for Starbucks, too.
So, Now, I'm back at my hotel room for a few moments. Then I can go downstairs and flatter/bully the nice buff, gay, bellmen into helping me get my container and monitor into a Taxi van for the short ride over to the expo center (short ride VERY long walk...so I'll spend BossMans money on the cab).
It's warm here but not too hot. And yes it is dry. This is the desert after all.
Oh and I have to say, having strolled through the Venetian. There is a big BIG difference between the newer hotels and the older style hotels here. The first thing I noticed was the ventilation. Even though I walked right by people sitting at slot machines with a lit cigarette dangling from their lip, I could not smell the smoke. It was quieter, less garish, though no less filled with old people. Coffee made me less grumpy and made them appear less grumpy too!