Oh boy, I am pooped!
For all my working out, I’ve lost my convention stamina. The 24/7 of being on, up, engaging, entertained, entertaining. I am a lump of jello after 3 days.
It started at the registration desk when the Wookie walked by. Yes, I’m talking about Chewbacca himself. Right there, not 5 feet from me.
He was in a bit of a hurry and pulling his suitcase. No one seemed too worried about it. A Wookie needs his provisions, right?
I did get to catch up with Chewy later. Leia and Chewy were posing for pics at the REMN booth.
Like Pegasus, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and Spago.
Off for more convention fun, I reunited with my friend Cindy who is a famous, fabulous selfie taker, who taught me a few tricks.
Well if that isn’t enough, why not the Bellagio Botanical Gardens?
These photos were all taken by me, with my phone.
After all the sensory overload, Star Wars, and Pyramids. I don’t have much more to report besides the hostage situation, the shooting, and the evacuations down the street from the convention. No one seemed too phased by it.
I asked myself a hundred times while I was there, “am I really here?”
Yes, I was. I was there among the flowers, Pyramids, chaos, food, lights, music, and extravagance that is Las Vegas. Everything here is “Over the Top.”
Now, I am tired, but happy.