
Excuse me while I rant for a moment.
I arrived home today from the Webmaster World conference in Las Vegas. I left Monday night and the conference was Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I can’t say enough good things about that conference and it gave me a lot of ideas to increase business for my SEM, SEO and web public relations business, WebFuel. Basically the conference is a confluence of the web’s top marketing minds and they assist newbies to the Internet in understanding the complexities of web marketing and running a website. I was amazed at the hordes of people who have websites but no visitors. They are waiting for people to magically appear, but sadly it doesn’t work that way.
But I digress.
What I really wanted to say is how much I really, really, really hate Las Vegas. And it’s not because of the constant porno deluge, the booze, the 99.9 percent of its population that smokes, or even the gambling. It’s because the town is BORING.
Yep. I said it. BORING.
Essentially, a stay in Vegas equates to constant eating, constant walking (like a slow-moving heard of Europeans, Asians and Old Folkians), and then stops every block to stare at a third-rate Disney spectacle. Even if I could have afforded to go to a show, why would I want to spend two hours of my life watching a leather-pants wearing magician, or some freaky Circus gypsies from France creep me out for $60? You can bet your Thanksgiving turkey I won’t be saving up for a Vegas vacation any time soon.
Lastly, I had the most uncomfortable return flight in my lifetime of flying. I was squished between Mr. Yes-My-Armpits-Haven’t-Seen-Deodorant-Since-Reagan-Was-President and Miss Double-Wide. I’m sure that sounds rude, but I’m not talking chubby or fat. I’m talking HUGE. I kid you not, she practically had me pressed into the airplane’s window and rested her arms on me while she slept…er…I mean snored through the whole flight. Not even the Jaws of Life could have pried me from that horror. No wonder people fly First Class.
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