I've been at a conference this week in Las Vegas and while this may conjure ideas of recklessness, debauchery, and taking risks, I found myself alone in a hotel room overlooking The Strip. It was a welcomed break from the hustle and bustle and hundreds of micro conversations I'm sometimes not so great at cultivating. When the opportunity for a three-hour break presented itself, my roommate threw on her bathing suit and shimmied to the pool where I imagined a DJ would be playing to dancing girls wearing see-thru high heels.
I drew a bath and read a biography on President Garfield...and ate chocolate truffles. Apparently, what happens in Vegas
stays in Vegas ends up on my blog.
This leads me to another Friday Randomness...