After the Mark Cuban speech, I went back to my hotel and dropped all of my stuff off (basically, I had another entire bag of free swag). A bunch of bloggers were planning to meet at the Bellagio, so I had a little bit of time to catch the monorail and head over there. We met for the picture (which I need somebody to send me a copy of) and did a bit of gambling as you can see:

No matter what machine Colleen went on, she won. That girl is lucky. While we were out, I kept thinking that I had a rock in my shoe. Finally, I took my shoe off to see what was going on, and I realized that I had a blister. I wore a pair of shoes that I have owned for over ten years out there. I am thinking that was not a good idea. I should have invested in some Geox shoes or some Josef Seibel shoes instead. Those probably wouldn’t have given me blisters. We moved from the Bellagio to (I think) Paris. I think from there we went to the Imperial Palace (and we walked it). It didn’t really matter where I gambled — I didn’t win anything. I called it an early night from the Imperial Palace, since my feet were killing me, PostieCon was the next day, and I swear that they had their heat turned on. It was so hot in the casino there. (I think my early night got me back to my hotel at midnight — maybe a little before).