This hotel I'm in isn't the nicest. It isn't the worst. But it might be the strangest.
It's really right in the middle of the convention center, and going into the lobby is an experience.
Imagine, if you will, bus loads of tourists from Asia unloading. The cameras come out. The flashes go off. It's that kind of experience. In the lobby. Of this strange hotel.
And because there are no restaurants within walking distance of this hotel, the lobby restaurant is where I had dinner. Again, not the best. Not the worst dinner I ever had.
Music from The Lifestyle Bar was spilling out into the elevator lobby.
I didn't want to go in. I tried not to. But I couldn't help myself.
I think it must have been the combination of the good songs/bad vocals. The applause. The red neon.
The headliner, Jerry, was very passionate about his work. He was wearing a tux. He had a candelabra. And he had a wireless microphone that let him make his way through the crowd.
His mother is proud of him.
So I sat through a couple of songs - smiling on the outside; laughing -- in a good way -- on the inside.
This is what happens after 12 nights on the road...wish you all were here.