What happens in Vegas allegedly stays in Vegas, but I fail to see how that's at all entertaining to anybody. Anyway,
kittenpants got back to good ol' Flyover Country about 2 a.m. on Saturday, and are all back in our own beds (and offices) now.
I managed to survive the Vegas experience without any anxiety attacks, claustrophobia, need to retreat to a corner and hold my head and rock, or anything like that. I also managed to do this without staying drunk for the duration of my visit (which is how I functioned last time I went to Vegas). I consider this to be a victory. Brain re-wiring is going along well.
Overall, the trip was alternately amazing and awful. Highlights in each category are below the cut, if you're interested.
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