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My computer is telling me that it's a little after one in the morning on March 9th, but the clock in my hotel room insists that it's shortly after ten in the evening on March 8th. I'm going on very little sleep, but I'm really thinking I'd like to get myself downstairs to the bar for a beer.

So why am I in Las Vegas? I'm here for a short stay to attend a 3Com event that I'll be covering for eChannelLine. The event takes place tomorrow, starting around eleven in the morning (although check-in starts a couple of hours earlier). I got into the town of glitter and gold just an hour ago, and after a quick taxi ride, I ended up at the Renaissance Las Vegas Hotel. Seems like a nice place. The Las Vegas Convention Center is next door, and that's where I need to go for tomorrow's event.

Just a quick note before I sign off...

You know how some cities have stereotypes, and some of those cities fulfill their stereotypes? Well, you know what the first thing I saw after getting off the plane in Las Vegas was? ... Slot machines. Lots of them. They're everywhere in the airport.