On a personal note, I just want to say that I ate lunch at Olives restaurant here in the hotel, and it was one of the best meals of my life. It was a salmon dish that gives me hope that if the human race can concoct such an exquisite tasting meal, then perhaps there is hope for us crazy apes after all.
OK, moving on.
Wednesday night was spent at Madam Tussaud's wax museum, which is cool at first, but then gets creepy if you're in there by yourself.
Example: I went to the venue early with the Events team, and as we strolled through the mostly empty building filled with posed, life-size, life-like figures of famous people, I would occasionally pass one of the catering staff who was standing still among the statues. As I hurried through rooms, of course, the living person would blend with the statues. And as I passed, the caterer would move, which I would see in my peripheral vision, causing me to jump, swear under my breath, and move along.
Again, I've seen too many horror movies like this.
Distributors had a blast, though, and the occasional scare (yes, it happened to them, too) only heightened the pleasure of the night.
We found one distributor making out with Marilyn Monroe. In another alcove, the ladies could put on wedding dresses and pose with a tuxedo-clad George Clooney for a wedding photo. And in another corner, the several ladies enjoyed hopping into bed with Hugh Hefner, while their hubbies posed with adjacent playmates. Others played actual percussion with Blue Man Group, and some shot putts as Tiger Woods and Jack Nicklaus watched on.
Kazuo Yamaguchi of Japan was one of those lucky ladies who married George Clooney. I asked her how it felt to be newly married to such a handsome man. "I just got married! I'm giddy!"
Shinya Akimoto of Japan said, "Thank you so much for tonight! It's been very fun. Thank you."
Neways reserved the entire museum just for our Crystal Diamonds, and each room of the museum had a catering stop to load up on drinks and goodies.
I have been unable to confirm that the statues come to life after the museum closes for the evening, and frankly, I was unwilling to spend the night to find out.
Ladies and gentlemen, only one more activity to cover, and then I'm flying home where my family needs me to mow the lawn and change a few diapers (my baby's, not mine).
Next stop: Helicopter Flight Over the Las Vegas Strip
