I'd been putting off locking anything down because, when I'm traveling alone, I tend to keep hoping that someone will be able to come with me, or maybe I'll find something worthwhile locally. [Not strictly true, but an expedient explanation.] And this is a big trip for me -- I usually only go away for a weekend at a time. A whole week? Major.
I finally made my reservations today.
July 4: Leave for Vegas. (I'm sure there will be some KILLER fireworks, and I'm staying at the Imperial Palace, across from the Mirage. Love that volcano!)
July 5: Bill Maher at the Orleans.
July 7: My birthday! Penn & Teller at the Rio; who else could I possibly want to spend my birthday with? (And the Houdini x-stitch will finally be going home.)
July 9-12: The Amazing Meeting, one day of which I will attempt to attend (probably the 9th to see Jamy Ian Swiss speak).
EDITED TO ADD:
July 10: Skeptics' Guide to the Universe dinner. It's going to mean me haulin' ass to the airport, but my spot is reserved!
July 10: I fly home (and some poor soul picks me up at 5.30am the next morning).
In the meantime, there will be Bodies, there will be helicopters (I've always wanted to fly over the strip), there will be me in octopus- and skull-encrusted sundresses (trust me, this is an event unto itself), and any other ridiculousness I can get in on (suggestions will be taken, dirty and otherwise).
Aside from the fact that I feel like I'm going to vomix* from the amount of money I just spent this morning, I'm super excited. Happy birthday to me!
*Something of an inside joke.