Stays In Vegas

My dad picked me up at the airport coming home from Vegas, and he asked me how my trip had been.

I complained that I couldn’t take full advantage of the endless free booze because I was working. I told him that the games and tech world is harder for me because everyone else just wears a suit but I’m a girl so I have to sort out a whole ensemble. And how my flight back was kind of hellish, how I didn’t have enough time to catch up with journo friends or get to know awesome new friends, and how I felt like I barely scratched the surface of CES and Vegas, but I was also running purely on coffee and adrenaline.

“I’ll have the special, with the mashed potatoes instead of the fries,” my dad said.

“What?”

“Just giving you some perspective.”

“Thanks, Dad.”