I hated that this was the last day of our virtual reality bloggers convention, but what a party!
The shows, the buffets, the getting kicked out of Caesars Palace for not paying.
Where else can you go to get this kind of entertainment without going to Las Vegas? How about a weird, wild, and wacky site called “The Attic?
Take Thursday night for example: we all went over to the Rio to see Penn & Teller. Poor Suze, http://suziland.net/2016/05/blogging-u/ she was so excited to be here, being that it was her first time visiting one of my conventions.
Didn’t have the heart to tell her—it was everyone’s first time visiting one of my conventions.
Then, she went and got invited up on stage by Penn & Teller, to help out in doing their new vanishing act—no doubt the highlight of her trip.
Had to be disappointing for her when she found she was stepping out of that refrigerator back into her own kitchen. Her trip to Las Vegas, kaput, and her attendance at the convention—sadly over! Oh those crazy guys, is there nothing they won’t do for a laugh?
But at least Suze didn’t have to buy a plane ticket back home.
I was also thrilled that everyone else had a chance to pose for pictures with Penn & Teller in the lobby after the show. Tony https://tonyburgess1969.net/2016/05/07/keeping-up-with-the-bloggers/ Sheila https://humorcolumnistblog.com/2016/05/03/the-savings-place/ and Barb https://saneteachers.com/about/ all wanting to hang out with Elle https://knowleselle.wordpress.com/2016/05/06/hairdressers-and-coincidences/ after the show.
That couldn’t have had anything to do with, Elle, being Teller’s assistant during the goldfish bowl trick (gifts were exchanged, promises made, autographs given), could it? Nah!
I even let Teller and my youngest son pose for a picture with me. They were so thrilled! Why you couldn’t even wipe the smiles from their faces.
Later, we ran into Mike https://mctuggle.com/2016/04/27/quote-of-the-day-33/ Sue https://stranscht.com/2016/05/01/the-zone/ and Susannah https://athingirl.com/2016/04/20/columbine-by-dave-cullen/ as they were signing autographs at Starbucks.
I got to sign an autograph, too. Used my rubber name stamp on Priceless Joy’s autograph book. Seeing as I didn’t ask for permission to do so, I hope she doesn’t discover it until she gets home.
Later, we ran into Jay https://assholeswatchingmovies.com/2016/05/06/captain-america-civil-war/ Moviejoltz https://moviejoltz.com/2016/04/26/flash-movie-review-a-hologram-for-the-king/ Vinnie https://vinnieh.wordpress.com/2016/04/21/the-stepford-wives/ and Movierob https://movierob.wordpress.com/2016/05/02/swiss-family-robinson-1960/ at the elevator in the hotel lobby, as they were discussing movies they hadn’t seen.
I told them I hadn’t seen Ishtar, and they all laughed and said, “Who has?”
Once upstairs I went next door to wake Beverly before going to bed. I had Beverly https://ghosttalkblog.com/ check our room for ghost. You can never be too careful.
Then there was yesterday. While mingling on the convention floor, I almost felt like a REAL avatar. Almost.
Until I ran into blogging buddy, Scott https://snoozingonthesofa.com/2016/05/05/he-aint-hungry-hes-my-brother/ and his two boys, Buster and Big Man. After that, I didn’t feel much like a REAL avatar anymore.
REAL avatars don’t feel pain. Have you ever noticed how they’re always getting blown up, cut in half, or shot, and still they get right back up as if nothing ever happened.
Well not me and my avatar.
That slice of watermelon got me right between the eyes. I suppose it could have been worse, though.
It could have been a whole watermelon!
It wasn’t malicious and no melee broke out. Buster, Big Man, Scott and his wife were blameless. But I’m an idiot. Totally clueless as to there even being a watermelon toss at my own convention. I apparently forgot to tell myself about it, and so I walked right into it.
Paul (my Canadian identical twin who looks nothing like me) https://captainsspeech.wordpress.com/2015/06/05/paulos-kitchen-soup/ helped me to my feet—which because of the force of the blow, I got separated from—and he immediately sprinkled salt on me.
I thought it was for luck, but Paul told me it helps make the watermelon taste better. After all, he did bring the beer, pizza, and a moose. So who was I to disagree? Paulo, you’re the best!
By the way, the pizza and beer tasted great. However, the moose took issue with becoming our dinner, so we shipped it back to the Toronto to roam the city. Wild and free, as it should be.
It was also great, trying (breathlessly) to catch up with Van, https://vanbytheriver.wordpress.com/about/ who as it so happens, never slows down. She was on her way over to greet Donna https://yadadarcyyada.com/2016/04/22/wish-you-were-here/ and Anxious Mom https://thatswhatanxiousmomsaid.com/about/ probably to reminisce over some of my older posts.
Hey, I can dream can’t I?
And looking across the convention hall I spied Aquileana, https://aquileana.wordpress.com/2016/04/14/%e2%96%bahistory-the-greek-theatre-literature-aristotles-poetics-theory-of-tragedy%e2%ad%90%ef%b8%8f/ who has a beautiful sight on Greek Mythology and who was holding court with a number of other good folks.
Maja from http://travelingrockhopper.com/about/ Jojo https://theonehandedclap.wordpress.com/about/a-bit-about-lil-ol-me/ and Ally Bean https://thespectacledbean.com/2016/05/05/ally-ally-quite-contrary/ all having a great time.
So I headed over in their direction when out of nowhere, Blair http://theshamefulsheep.com/about/ came up and offered me a cup of punch saying “Paul, you’ve gotta taste this stuff!”
I took a sip… and pow! I went down like a ton of bricks.
Staggering to my feet, I was greeted by my friends, John, https://leonardcartoons.com/2016/05/04/work-party-196/ and Caz, https://cazthecomicstrip.com/2016/04/30/the-birthday-list/ they had been discussing the merits of comics and thought I’d be perfect for being in one.
“Can’t hold your liquor, huh?” They asked.
“I can hold my liquor fine it’s the punch I’m having trouble with. What in the world is in this stuff?” I asked.
That’s when they suggested I check out the punch bowl.
I found more than a few of you lying around there surrounding The Lonely Author https://thelonelyauthorblog.wordpress.com/about/ who was getting a Birdseye view of the ceiling at Caesars Palace.
Which I found rather odd, since we were all celebrating in the Bellagio.
But there too, lying on the floor, was Erika, https://erikakind.wordpress.com/about-me/ and Maniparna, https://maniparna5002.wordpress.com/2016/04/30/wordpress-photo-challenge-admiration/ along with Masguatsen, https://thethoughtsandlifeofme.com/2016/04/26/happy-birthday-to-me/
Being me, I naturally asked a silly question…
“Having a good time ladies?” At first, I was met with puzzled looks. Then they turned to one another and smiled—while still laying flat on their backs—and raised their glasses in a toast to me… followed by lots of giggling.
I’d call that a big yes.
Then I got trampled by Peggy from, https://leggypeggy.com/2016/04/23/cienfuegos-and-the-one-night-stand/ Jan, https://jttwissel.com/2016/05/01/out-of-print/ Elaine, https://joyful2beeblogs.com/about-joyful2bee/ Juls, https://theindecisiveeejit.wordpress.com/2016/05/03/keeping-you-in-the-loop/ and Sandi, https://flipflopseveryday.wordpress.com/about/ as they raced by for that punch bowl.
Leaving me to wonder if I hadn’t started an AA meeting instead of a bloggers convention.
Still, what a hoot! After virtually shaking hands with as many of you as I possibly could (this time), I tripped over the cord to my virtual reality machine, and unplugged the entire convention!
Probably for the better.
Our youngest daughter’s blog https://meliinthecity.wordpress.com/2016/05/05/so-you-think-you-want/ has helped to remind me that, not only has my blog become an oversight in the last month, but so have all of yours.
That means, I’ve neglected visiting your blogs, for far too long.
But not for much longer, as the In My Cluttered Attic road tour is about to begin.
So see you soon folks.