CES 2015: What Happens in Vegas...
It's actually a ridiculously short story when told from my point of view.
Tuesday night, after the show, Audeze had a private party with an open bar. I arrived at about 8PM. As I had my first two drinks I chatted with a number of folks Alex, Tara, Warren, and a number of others.
Then, the next thing I know, I'm waking up in my hotel room. Things are fairly fuzzy but I lift my head off the pillow and I see room service for two virtually untouched at the foot of my bed.
I attempt to sit up at the edge of my bed an almost fall to the floor. I'm dizzy, sweaty, and confusedit doesn't feel like a hangover at all. I have to lay back in bed for another ten minutes to try to clear my head.
When I finally manage to stand up, I look over to the table and my computer is gone, my cell phone is gone, my wallet is open and my money and personal credit cards are gone.
It slowly dawns on me, I'd been drugged and ripped off. Fortunately, whoever was in that room with me didn't bother to open the closet and find my backpack full of camera gearthat would have been disastrous as the cameras carry and record all the content from the show. Unfortunately, the perpetrator also decided that all the booze in the mini-bar was fair gamethe bill for that alone was about $40.
That morning is still a bit of a blur. I called the credit card company to cancel the cards and found out they had already stopped a $1000 charge on one of the cards. I got dressed and went over to the Venetian to talk to my boss and let him know what happened. He got the ball rolling to get my company computer replaced and I returned to my hotel to report the crime to security.
My chat with the security person didn't take too long; he took a few pictures, had me write down a simplified version of the eventsnot that I had much to say as I couldn't remember a thing since about 9PM the previous evening. He said they'd try to find me on the security cameras to see what happened.
At the end of the interview I asked, "So, how often do you get a story like this?"
He said, "Well, it doesn't happen every day...but it happens most days."
Now for the rest of the story:
First, and this is rather personal so I won't go into too deeply, for about the last 3-4 months life has changed significantly for me. I got a vision for what I want to do in my retirement and it has invigorated me significantly. My diet has changed pretty radically, and though it doesn't show up in pictures yet, I've lost ten pounds. But for a beer with dinner, I don't drink at home anymore. As I write this I'm about 6 days into quitting smoking (I knew I wouldn't be able to do it in Vegas). I've been practicing my ukulele regularly. Before CES I was feeling pretty good about where I was heading.
Then comes the Audeze party. Open bar, bunch of good headphone buddies I've known for years...I think I must have figured it was a good time to let off some steam and went a little wild. Over the next couple of days I ran into a number of people who were at the party and said I got pretty drunk. They also told me I left the bar with a group of people but was soon separated from the groupbest I can tell I just wandered off into the night on Las Vegas Blvd.
There's no knowing what exactly happened after that. What I can say with surety is that I must have looked like one heck of a "mark." And Vegas is the kind of place where that's not going to go unnoticed for long. I don't know how, or when, or with what I was druggedmy guess is some lady-of-the-night either talked me into having a drink at a bar, or walked me back to my room and dropped something into the orange juice after ordering the room service. I'm grateful the only lingering harm to me in all this is just a sense of shame for being stupid enough to put myself in that position.
If there's a moral to the story it's this: Vegas is really not a good place to go wild for a night, or what stays in Vegas might might end up being your belongings.
On the other hand, I've been going to CES for 25 years now and I've finally got a good Vegas story.