Las Vegas Day 3

So, here I am in Vegas. I got here last night after my 25 days at sea (another looong story, but that's not important now). And I've been nominated as designated scriber. Matt had his birthday party on Monday. So how old is our fearless leader now? 39, 40? Nah, we're all 27 years old. Really. I forget. Anyway, I hear it was a "totally good time" (sez Max) except for Gabe and Katja who were laid up with food poisoning. As you can see from the pictures, we're working really, really hard, learning all sorts of new stuff and we will be so stoked with new ideas and motivation and projects that you won't be able to dive without feeling that warm groovy glow. It's a little random after 13 hours (both yesterday and today) of seminars, training sessions and an exhibitor floor that has it's own shuttle bus. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. Other comments: It's "freezing in Vegas." Okay, it's in the 70s. Tonight it will be in the 40s. Brrrr. Check out my "Master Fuzz" picture... 58F on day 24 -- long underwear, wool cap and foul weather gear. Now that's cold. We've had some, um, well, interesting financial opportunities. Well, Leda did anyway. Mostly we're trying to avoid cab drivers that want to take us to Utah. Yeah, Vegas baby!