My first day back in the Vegas was filled with the usual, first day arrival stuff: airline travel, taxis, hotel room registration. But there were a few other interesting things.

Here's my break down USA Today, by-the-numbers-style:

Number of hours I arrived in Vegas before networking (and drinking): 1

Number of drinks in first few hours: 3

Number of hours I went before passing out (from fatigue) in hotel room: 2

Number of times I've randomly heard the song, Can't Touch This: 4

Number of people in our limo last night: 14



Number of times I flipped off a picture of Danny Gans: 1,876

Also, there's always seems to be a weird moment for me whenever someone asks, "So what brings you to Vegas?" Oh, I don't know. The same reason that the other 15 billion people come here ever day, I guess. I supppose it's just some kind of conversation starter or whatever. But, occasionally they'll ask it in that creepy way, "What brings you to Vegas, business or pleasure."

I always feel weird saying, "pleasure" but you can't say business because they'll go, "Oh, really what do you do?" or something like that - and then that opens up an even, longer and more convoluted conversation.

My new answer to the question, "What brings to Vegas?":

I get deadly serious and say, "I'm here to find out who killed Tupac." They usually stop asking questions after that, or say, "Oh, are you a..." And I interrupt with, "No. I just really need to know." It's a perfect conversation-ender.