Back home, at the end of a long day, John Atkinson will often come into my office and wish me a good evening. It's very sweet.
"Well, Stephen," he says, "we've reached the end of another perfect day."
"Yes," I say.
"And do you know what time it is?"
"What time is it?"
"It's beer o'clock," he says, slowly and with a smile. "Beer o'clock."
But here, in Vegas, things are just a little bit different. John and I spent much of the first morning handing out the awards for our
Products of the Year. It was a real pleasure. Apparently, when we were all done, it was Mr. Misty Pink Fizzy o'clock.
Hey,what happens in Vegas...
