So far, we’ve had three wonderful days at the “In My Cluttered Attic” virtual reality convention here in Las Vegas. However, it got a little crowded on Monday at Caesars Palace. Tried to squeeze 3 dozen of us into their tiny 3,500 seat convention hall.
Then security thought my friend, Sarah, and her dog Choppy (a true master of disguise) https://travelswithchoppy.com/2016/05/03/bad-jokes-yoda-edition/ were trying to crash the party.
Then good old George https://theoffkeyoflife.com/2016/03/19/an-unexpected-surprise/ showed up with a class of second graders—George is a teacher. You see, when I said convention, George just raced right over with class in tow.
He’s suspected for some time now that I might just be a visitor from another planet—another universe, George. Its a long story. Anyway, I guess he didn’t want to miss out on the chance to meet us aliens. Security must have thought they’d put us over capacity.
So that’s why we’re moving… across the street to… The Ballagio!
Well that, and the fact that Caesars asked us to leave.
Apparently, they were expecting us to pay for all those rooms and, not to mention the convention center.
And I want you to know how badly I feel about the forced march up the strip in our PJ’s after our eviction from the Palace—but our departure was rather sudden.
However, thanks to the wonderful help from Caesars security detail—and the Las Vegas police department—we made it.
Thanks fellas… we wouldn’t have done it without ya.
I didn’t worry too much about Susie Lindau https://susielindau.com/2016/05/02/dissolving-bone-wimping-out-and-shaping-up/ making it up the strip. She can probably ride her bike up Mt Everest if she chose to do so. Possibly run all the way to Reno if she had a mind too. I swear, nothing keeps that woman down.
Nor did I worry about Stephanae McCoy https://boldblindbeauty.com/about/ not making it up the strip, in spite of being legally blind. Steph can probably see all of us better than we see ourselves. And Tikeetha https://athomaspointofview.com/ well she’s tough enough that that big bad trip up the strip presented no real obstacle at all.
I did, however, worry a bit about my friends Jodi https://lifeinbetween.me/2016/05/04/happy-tulips-in-a-jar/ and Lynn from, https://lynzrealcooking.com/2016/05/02/palouse-colors/ as they had a lot of art, photographs, and food to haul up the strip for us to enjoy.
But that’s who they are!
Anyway folks, I think you’ll find the new accommodations here, more to our liking. This time I made sure of it, because it’s virtually paid for. And the desk clerk did promise to get our clothes back to us by Christmas. So all’s not lost.
Just our money, luggage, and dignity.
Nevertheless, I’m sure Bitter Ben, https://bensbitterblog.com/2016/04/29/2-legit-2-legit-2-legit-to-gif-tures-friday-bitter-giftures/ will let a few bitter comments concerning our ordeal show up in his Friday giftures to help ease our pain.
At least we got to pose for some pictures. Can’t say I enjoyed the profile shot all that much. Got my worst side. So I went with the other photo, although it makes me look like I haven’t shaved or ate in weeks. But it’s all about free publicity! Right?
Still, I think I would have fared better if Cindy Knoke https://cindyknoke.com/2016/05/01/have-some-madeira-m-deah/ took our pictures.
She has so much experience with taking photos as she travels the world. In fact, her photos are so good, I’d be willing to bet that a photo shoot with her might deemphasize my nose.
Anyway, I hope you all have a chance to check out the fine “In My Cluttered Attic” merchandise, when you enter the hall.
I’m especially fond of the “In My Cluttered Attic” monogrammed caps. Now you too, can have a Cluttered Attic, just like mine!
Bet that put all your minds at ease.
Well, until the next update…”Stay thirsty my friends.”