I finally got lucky in Vegas–waiting for the airport shuttle at 3:30 in the morning, a fellow shuttler from Maui presented me with a large package of Chocolate Toffee-Covered Macadamia Nuts. Thank you, whoever you were!
On the conference–I echo the sentiments of other APH members who are praising our conference organizers Paula Yost, Marianne Waller and Barbara Tabach for creating a great agenda and managing the difficult setting to our best advantage. The keynote speakers, workshops, and member-mingle events were all top-notch.
Outside the serenity of the conference center, something about the sensory overload of casino-space just tripped every trigger I have. But once I found a way to avoid the Harrah’s casino while getting from my hotel tower to the conference center, and a quick (though illegal) way to get from the hotel tower to the Strip, I was a happier camper.
I came to think of my shortcut as taking me through the “Parallel Universe Cafe”–an alley that led past the ass end of the casino (dumpsters, loading dock) to a narrow outlet between Harrah’s and MacDonalds. Kitchen and housekeeping staff have brought out tables and chairs, and gather there on their breaks. Maybe it’s having a husband in the food service–I feel I have more in common with these service workers than the people at the tables inside.