Hello from McCarran Airport and where was I? Oh, right: I'll post more about the Licensing Show when I'm home and can upload some of the photos I took.
Vegas in 108° heat has its drawbacks. It's not like 108 in a humid climate but it's still uncomfy and it really hits you when you briefly travel between one sealed air-conditioned environment and another. You can feel the oddest parts of your body dilate and contract. There are times when I want to yell at the locals in my best Sam Kinison impression, "YOU'RE LIVING IN A DESERT!!!" Perhaps most of them know that.
Some people like to roam The Strip with these long drinks in glasses that look like you could use them to pole vault…and I swear, every time I come to this town, it's like they've decided to release an even taller glass. Yesterday, Mickey and I had breakfast at an outlet of Dick's Last Resort, which is a great place to eat if you like bad food and being waited on by assholes. Anyway, there was a lady customer there getting a drink — something blue — and I'm not exaggerating when I report that her drink was taller than she was. The Margarita Girls could have done body slams in it. I don't drink that much water in a week.
Time to get on the plane. I'll continue this from another state…