Last night the guy who drove us back from the casino told us that he a particularly smart tourist in his van. He wanted to know if the palm trees grow from the top down or the bottom up? No the seed just hangs suspended in the air and they water it like that.

We're eating breakfast right now in the convention center cafeteria. My Nine dollar and fifty cent breakfast.... made out of bald eagle heads and Faberge eggs I'm guessing. Woah! Someone on a sedgeway just tooled on by. I haven't seen one of those things in person yet. That guy was riding it like a fruit bat out of hell too.

We're waiting for the convention to open up for us at 10:30, so to amuse ourselves we watch this guy who is trying to help a bird thats been trapped inside the food-a-teria get out. He's throwing bread crumbs near the door but the bird isn't getting the hint. I'm bored and these notes are boring.

[This is pretty much where I stopped taking any kind of notes, so I'll have to use my brain to reconstruct the rest of what happened over the weekend when Karen arrived. Gotta go to work now.]