I am sitting in a deli in Las Vegas after four days of tradeshow mania. I have seen over 1K pairs of shoes and been surrounded by insane tourists in very tight clothing drinking assorted beverages from oversized adult sippy cups fashioned in the likes of national monuments. I have seen 5 weddings. For some reason, when Counting Crows came on—I knew i was really ready to go home. Get me the hell outta here.