After about 4 hours your eyes start to burn from the smoke and all the strange scents each hotel and/or casino tries pumping into their respective ozones. At the end of day 1 there is an actual layer of dirt stuck to you, and by the end of day 2 even the best shower (waterfall, double headed, what you have you) can’t get you clean.

The event itself had its usual charms -  mostly in the form of hoards of people crowded around the latest, thinnest, LED TVs. Meanwhile, booth babes try to smile at you, but take care to not put cracks in the primer layer of their shellacked high grade war paint. It’s a delight, truly.

That said, we had some productive meetings and it was good catching up with both old and new friends. The Herminator was in full swing at a fantastic party my friend Kristin hosted – complete with the look of desire as seen in pretty much any scene from Zoolander. I tried it myself in a shot with Kristin, to no avail.

It’s good to be back in Seattle. By my calculation I’ll be here for approximately 20 hours before shoving off once again. Getting 3-4 hours of sleep each night (at best) has taken its toll, so apologies to any incoherent babbling that may have made it into this post.

Goodnight, Seattle. Manhattan, stay classy and see you tomorrow.