That’s right. This afternoon I was met at McCarron International Airport in Las Vegas by a dapper Aussie driving a red stretch limousine. Too fun. It was a tasteful red, you understand, not one of those mid-life crisis fire-engine reds. I wanted to take a picture, but I was too shy.
My new Aussie friend has been in LV for 17 years. He likes it because of the mountains. He’s not mad about the hot summers, and his wife positively hates them, so as of this year they will be spending summers in Klamath Falls, Oregon. (I didn’t ask when they got married. I didn’t, however, get the impression that his wife was willing to wait 17 years to get out of Nevada in high summer.)
Why am I here? I’m doing a keynote and a breakout session for the National Child Care Association Leadership Conference: Taking Care of Children Means Taking Care of Business.
What’s happening at the Hilton? Barry Manilow, Reba McEntire, REO Speedwagon, Kenny G, and Johny Matthis for starters. Then there’s Menopause: The Musical.
Now there’s a show I could doubtless relate to, but it never occurred to me to see what was happing here before I booked my stay, and I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon shortly after the breakout session ends. I’ll have to wait for another visit to hobnob with Borgs and Klingons at STAR TREK: THE EXPERIENCE®
Hot flash in a red stretch limo
