OK, the Palazzo is straight up redonkulous. In terms of Zombie attack, I am on the 17th floor, so probably safe, but this room is larger than my house. I have 3 TVs to chose from at any given moment, I think I like the one next to the jacuzzi tub the best though.
Anyway, for those that don’t know, I am in Vegas as a guest of the Armed Forces Foundation and Mr. Sheldon Adelson who should need no introduction. The AFF is flying in wounded troops and their families from WRAMC to show them a good time, and just remind them how much America supports them and honors their sacrifice. JR Salzman is rolling in later, and I am about to head out to meet the private jet bringing in the guys. They are being met by a police escort, the LV Fire Department and a host of other folks, like the President (CEO?) of Omaha Steaks, which I am happy to say I purchased someone for Christmas. (No, not any of you.)
To say they rolled out the red carpet is an understatement. Seriously. I met a lovely young lady bearing a placard with my last name at the airport and said hello. She frowned at me initially and asked me my first name. I kid you not, I had to think about it. She later told me I was the third person to claim the limo. (Heh!) As with the two other Palazzo employees I have met so far, she was wonderful. I felt like undercover boss for some inexplicable reason. But when I told the lady what I do for a living (writing, not making pee pee jokes) she told me all about her son whose life-long goal it is to attend the USAFA in Colorado. Kid is studying trigonomotry. In the 10th grade. Wants to be a aeronautical engineer. I even gave her my card and offered to give whatever meager help I could in securing him a Congressional.
Anyway, if you aren’t a friend of mine on Facebook, you should be. Send me a friend request, I okay almost all of them, unless you are a clearly underage girl dressed provocatively. (In which case you are more likely a steam pipe fitter from Pittsburgh named Phil or some other non-female.) I will be updating all through the day on what we do.
Either way, I’ll have more in the next few days as these guys and gals get spoiled rotten. (Myself included apparently.)