Mr. Fab and I decided to eat there at the conference center. I wanted a pepperoni pizza. They didn’t have it, so I ended up with a cheese pizza instead. Then it happened. I went to put Mr. Fab’s phone number into my cell phone, and it wasn’t there! (mini freak out starts now). Luckily, we were at a booth, I had looked at my phone for the time, and then we walked to lunch. It couldn’t have went far. While I emptied out my computer bag, Mr. Fab walked back to place we bought lunch and looked there. We constantly tried calling it. Then Fab came back and I went back to the last booth we were at and retraced my steps. No phone. Trying not to freak out at this point. After calling my phone at least 20 times, finally somebody picked up! It was were we bought lunch!!! Whew!!! If I wasn’t married, I might have kissed Mr. Fab right then and there. I only use my phone sparingly, but it has all of the important numbers I need. It was my way to keep in contact with the other bloggers in Vegas. We finished our lunches and I was going to go check into my hotel. Mr. Fab was going to head back and take a nap (I think).

Well, I got hung up there and decided to go to the sessions I signed up for. Should have went to the hotel instead. The sessions were not quite what I expected. The first session I went to I ended up writing two posts during, checked my email, and read a couple of the forums I am a part of. Yeah, a little bored, but thank goodness for free WiFi. The second session was just as bad. The speaker was pretty much promoting his company that doesn’t allow most people in. Yeah, waste of time. I actually walked out early and found a bathroom to use instead. I headed over to the Izea booth at this point to hopefully catch Ted (which I did):

Yeah, he’s a little crazy. Some may think he needs drug rehab or alcohol rehab or both. However, the guy reminds me of an excited 5 year old. His enthusiasm is actually quite addicting. Shortly after meeting Ted, it was time to go and check into my hotel.