Obviously: Leaving Las Vegas

I'm sitting in the hotel lobby, at a small brown table, with Wes Phillips. Our laptops are caught in a long embrace, staring at one another, making a sort of _/ \_

Wes came down just moments ago, and informed me, "You're not packed, Stephen."

I glanced at all the heavy bags gathered round my feet, and said, "I'm not?"

"Nope. Your shirts and ties are still hanging on the rack."

I nod my head and smile: "Thanks Wes."

This, it seems to me, tells a bit of the story of my time here in Vegas, covering CES.

I've missed a lot of things, and thank goodness I've had friends covering my back.

I hate to say this, but it's true: I'm not satisfied with what I've accomplished here this year. This is not a feeling I'm friendly with; I usually feel very happy with my efforts and achievements, no matter the circumstances. I would have liked to have done better and more.

Then again, it's funny — and I realize that this doesn't make complete sense — but here it is: While on paper (or computer screen) I accomplished more at last year's CES, I feel that I learned more this year.

What does this mean? I'm not exactly sure, but it came to me while I was in the shower, and I've found that I can usually trust those shower-brought epiphanies, so I'm going with it.

Basically, I learned a lot about how much I don't know. And, that's alright. I've got some time. I've got some room for growth.

CES was a whirlwind. Heat and flash, song and dance.
CES was a low-flying jet plane, shattering silence.
CES was palm tree, dressed in white lights.
CES was a thick chocolate shake, with chocolate shavings on top.
CES was a plate of jagershnitzel that I could hardly finish.
CES was a flu,
CES was a green skirt,
CES was a business card,
a Vitamin C, a cup of tea,
a headache, a heartache,
a lesson in the Grateful Dead,
a missed party, a failed appointment, a lost key,
eight hundred e-mails, three hundred phone calls, fifty-seven text messages and, a picture of John Atkinson standing beside our January cover, asking (or declaring): "The World's Best?"

CES was an unsolveable math problem solved.

Alright. I think that's enough. I've got a plane to catch, a magazine to read, some thoughts to think, some time to make love with.

Jon Iverson says I'm a hippie. With sentences like the last, I'm beginning to see what he means.

Before I check out, I better go get my stupid shirts and ties.

Thanks, again, Wes.

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COMMENTS
Clay White's picture

Did you hear a piece of music at the show which you know you want to own? Did you buy any music to take home?

Stephen Mejias's picture

>Did you hear a piece of music at the show which you know you want to own? Did you buy any music to take home?I heard tons of stuff I now want to own; lots of jazz - Louis Armstrong, in particular. Lots of old rock - Elvis Presley, in particular; John DeVore had this amazing recording of some session stuff where you get to hear the process behind some of the greatest Elvis tracks. Really cool.

Stephen Mejias's picture

I didn't buy anything to take home, though I wanted to; trying to save money, you know. But I was given a few discs, including this very good-looking Ryan Adams SACD/CD, heartbreaker, from the guys at Mobile Fidelity.

Stephen Mejias's picture

The picture of me and Wes was taken by Jon Iverson. He captures our pretty side, doesn't he?

Todd Steponick's picture

Nice _/ \_ illustration.

john devore's picture

Actually, that is a great photo. Kind of Blues Brothers-y. And I have to agree with Todd, very nice illustration.

Stephen Mejias's picture

Thanks, dudes.
It was funny to see: I was writing the piece, and I got to the point where I wanted to describe the looks of our laptops, staring at one another. I actually stopped typing and leaned around to take a look at the shape they created. I wondered if Wes noticed what I was up to. Instead of failing with words, I found the appropriate symbols on the keyboard. It worked out alright.And, yeah, I do really love the photo of me and Wes. It's terrific. A perfect moment captured.

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