Three words:  Van effing Halen.  No, wait… five words:  Van effing Halen, opening night.

The high stress levels over the past months, the panic attacks at 4am, the sleepless nights, the frenetic schedule and the unbearable workload… Tonight made it all worthwhile.  I was there, in the audience, as David Lee Roth and the Van Halen brothers kicked off their first tour together in 20 years.  And man, do they still have it.  They can still effing rock. 

One more day of the Convention, and then I come home.  Then my actual life resumes without the craziness and pressure of this Convention.  I feel like this one week has been the most important of my career, like I was handed the keys in my recent promotion and over these few days, my bosses are seeing whether or not I can drive the car.  So I’m rather looking forward to getting home and watching the 20 hours of stuff waiting for me on my TiVo.  I guess it also means that all the stuff I’ve been putting off until “later,” I finally have to get around to doing.