how does the desert make everyone white?

i am on hour 51 in las vegas, and i am sleepy. talking all day makes me sleepy. haoles make me sleepy. haoles in business suits make me sleepy. creepy drunk haoles at networking parties with only one woman to every 28 men make me sleepy.

the thing is, talking all day to haoles in business suits that i saw the night before being creepy and drunk at networking parties where there was only one woman to every 28 men ... it really, really, really makes me sleepy.

still, because i am in las vegas, and because, well, i am in las vegas, i am refusing to succumb to the sleepiness. it won't win. i'm on my way out to the hard rock with some guys from my old job — haoles, of course — but nice guys nonetheless. a drink and some tunes would be nice. i can't wait to be back in new york. i want to see brown people! yellow people! black people! rainbow people! next time i have to travel for work, i'm packing some non-haoles in my bag for emergency purposes.

yes. really.