They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas

Oh, how I wish that were true.

I fell. I fell hard. Right in front of my crappy hotel, on a broken part of the sidewalk. Stone cold sober. In broad daylight. I went down so fast and so hard my laptop bag flipped over my head and landed in front of me. After picking myself up, I hobbled, bleeding and humbled indoors to find if there exists such a concept as first aid in a casino. My excessively bloody knee and probably overly annoyed tone of voice stating that I fell on their broken sidewalk meant I got ushered immediately to security (aka first aid).

A sad reflection of your author and Elvis overlooking the Las Vegas Country Club Golf Course

I still wish I could have left my boo boo in Vegas. Sigh. Alas, my numb knee and I are on a flight back to Boston.

So what my knee prevented, was morning runs when the strip is peaceful and dare I say, striking.

I did get a lot of work done. And I was able to sneak in a late afternoon walk down the strip. My third trip to Vegas in as many months, and I'm always taken aback by the scale of it all. And since it's all huge, nothing feels awkward, it's just all huge. You have to credit the architects and designers with their success in making it a place where you can just get lost. Even if you don't want or need to get lost. 

Same goes for the convention center and the myriad of booths. And halls and more booths.  It's super sized, and perhaps sadly an honest reflection of our culture. 

And that was Vegas.