WPPI 2013. You were a blur of activity, sequins and stilettos. And as always, Vegas, you never disappoint.
We rolled in Saturday evening and by 11:30pm, we made a new friend, who got our group into Tryst, a club at the Wynn hotel. With a stack of drink tickets in my hand, our little group of 9 danced until we got carried away. Literally. Well, one of us anyway (all names omitted to protect the innocent…or not so innocent).
We got a little sleep in time on Sunday and then a trip to the gym. GASP! This was my first foray into “gym-ing” while in Vegas. I mean, who does that?! After a little workout, we ended up on a search for a magic little herbal supplement that caused a hangover-less morning after a night of crazy Vegas drinking. (They are called Party Smart and yes, they work. You can buy them online or at Sprouts. You’re welcome). A pile of disgustingly delicious Jack in the Box tacos and a box of Party Smarts later, we made our way back to the hotel. By that time, the trade show set up team was there, so we went to see if they needed any help. Six hours later, after the booth was complete, done all in high heeled boots, might I add, we exhaustedly made our way to a team dinner at Wolfgang Puck. And the week began…
After dinner drinks are always found at Rouge, the bar at the MGM hotel where everyone goes to talk to everyone else. Around 2:30am, I fall into bed with a 7am alarm set so I could get my Texas hair and 6 inch stilettos on for day one of the trade show.
Trade Show, Day One: smile, smile, feet hurt, crowds, smile. Taking my shoes off when I got back to the hotel, my head had already started the forward motion of connecting with the hotel’s uncomfortably flat pillow, when my phone rings. It was my boss and he needed me at a party in the Skylofts. Now, if you’ve been to WPPI, everyone KNOWS that the time from 5pm-7pm is NAPTIME. It is a necessity for me so that I can be ready to schmooze and smile and dance the night away in more stilettos. Groaning, I got up, put on a party dress and tried not to zone out next to my boss as we rubbed elbows with some of the best photographers and vendors in the industry. I was able to escape by 8pm, but it was too late. I had zero energy to be “ON” anymore that evening. With my phone blowing up with people asking what was happening that night, I slunk myself to the hotel buffet and then hid with my whiskey at a Blackjack table until midnight.
Trade Show, Day Two: I managed to escape the booth that day so I could make my rounds around the floor, meeting people and showing off my bag. After running into some new friends, I was invited to lunch and having eaten practically nothing the day before (yes, the booth was that busy), I was excited to actually sit down and eat while I schmoozed away. The rest of the day was spent procuring tickets to the numerous parties going on that night (I have been unofficially dubbed the “One That Has Party Tickets” aka Stubhub). Nap, then obligatory work network party, then fun parties. First stop, Bay Photo‘s kickass party at Tabu and then off to Lazers and Blazers…Last thing I remember, I was dancing on a table at the Vanity nightclub and then I was in the shower. Since it was my own shower and I was alone, I figured it was good to call it a night.
Trade Show, Day Three: A blur and a frenzy of smiling and selling out of our 13″ bag. Then team drinks and a lot of laughing at Mandarin Bar, Rouge and another Skyloft visit with some cool peeps.
I think I am finally fully recovered…5 days, a massage and a lot of sleep later.