This is for my crap ass co-workers who are under the mistaken impression that business travel is a blast. Yeah. Up at 3 AM, on a flight out by 6. Head on back three hours to hit Vegas by 9. Work a ten-hour day, then head to your hotel to check in, downing several greyhounds in the process because client's generally induce drinking. Eat a cruddy dinner in the hotel restaurant because you're too tired to venture out, and PRESTO! It's midnight - 3 AM on the East Coast - and you've been up for twenty-four hours.

That's Lou and Sean. I love Lou and secretly wish to marry him. Shhhh. Don't tell, that's just between you and me and this here web thing. Lou's in a good mood because we haven't left for work yet.

All that travel kinda makes a gal hungry. I pity the waitress stupid enough to stand between me and my V8.

Me and Lou looking really small in front of the casino. Actually, that's pretty much how I feel in the casino too. I didn't feel too bad each time I got lost 'cause I read somewhere that casino's are designed that way. You know, so you can't find your way out. I never did figure out why they hide the bathrooms though. You would think that's the kind of thing you would want to make readily avaiable for the hoards of old coots gambling away their life savings.

Isn't Las Vegas purty? Ummm, why do people come here? Who am I kidding: why do people live here?

Insert gloom and doom music of your choice here. Vincent Price voice over reads, "The Client".

Here's Lou looking really peeved. He is pretending to be annoyed with me because I keep snapping pictures, but I know that he is really irritated about being at "The Client's".

You might ask, after seeing "The Client's" office twice now, "What's with the gift-wrapped look?". I really couldn't tell ya. Is Las Vegas the right answer here?

Ashamed to say I forgot this lovely young lady's name. I do remember that I took her picture because she had on a sassy shirt AND she was smiling, unlike most of the other people at "The Client's".

That's no mock look that I got up for the camera. That's genuine exhaustion and dismay written all over my face. I'm all about keeping it real yo.

The thing I like best about my job is my co-workers. Note how Sean respects me and treats me with the level of professionalism I so richly deserve.

Game over. Had to take a cat nap in the airport lounge while waiting for the flight home. Thank goodness Lou was there with the camera to capture my sleeping beauty. Later, when I woke up, Lou and I snagged a butt load of individually packaged nuts and cheese in case we got hungry on the plane. Desperate times call for desperate measures.