Last year I was supposed to be at the WPBT in Vegas during my company’s annual summer party. Jack told me I was an idiot and the party was not to be missed, so I decided to pass on Vegas and go to the party. He couldn’t have been more right. I’ve tried explaining to people how awesome this party is. It’s so awesome that a personal ad showed up on cragslist where a woman was looking for a guy to take her to the party as his guest. I can’t fault her for it. I’d whore myself out to go to it too. How over the top is this party? Well, I don’t know when I’ll ever get the chance to be this close to a baby kangaroo again.
Las Vegas in three days. I can’t wait.