Welcome to Vegas

Alright! Well, I did not get hung up by airport security, as I usually do. I think I've got a clear path figured out, now: if you're on the list, use the frequent flyer programs! I sat next to a guy on the airplane that was wearing grey and also going to BlackHat -- oddly, once we established this fact, we hardly spoke to each other. Prepare to experience Homo Securitas. Upon arrival, I hit the ground running, got to my hotel, checked in, and was immediately off to Ceasar's Palace, where I hooked up with Cvoid and Lara for dinner. I met and hung out with a couple of his co-workers on the InfoSec team at Ebay and then tried to register for BlackHat, but was too late. I swear, some people are payed to be grumpy. I saw a kid in a stroller wearing a toilet-seat-looking neck-pillow, so that his mom could drive him around the hotel, while he slept. She said, very matter-of-factly, "He IS still alive and that's all that matters." The above picture is Cvoid and I crashing the Qualys party (though honestly our crashing didn't last very long). I ironically clinked glasses with a few folks there as we attempted to find Mike Murray (where's Waldo?), but never succeeded. We subsequently failed to crash the BlackHat presenter party, though we had a good shot at it. I got to greet Kingpin in the elevator on the way up to the penthouse. After more hanging out at Ceasar's, I headed back to my hotel and received a nice profanity laced tirade from my cab driver for taking too short a ride. "Why don't you take a #$%ing bus next time," he said. When I started to settle in my room for the night, I got a text and was back off to the yearly, pre-BlackHat, midnight at Denny's with the nCircle VERT team, which I finally was able to make. Now, I've got to be up early to register. Welcome to Vegas!