Wednesday morning was more of the same. Wandering the exhibit hall trying to sort through the hype. One of the few really fun exhibits was a vending machine that allowed you to purchase a drink by sending a text message and accepting a charge on your phone bill.
Vegas is the only place I know where you can buy a fucking soda with a credit card (I mean, just because you lost ALL of your cash trying to big balls at the no-limit table doesn't mean that you shouldn't be able to enjoy a tasty Mountain Dew, right?)
