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Well what a week I've had. Worked hard and played harder from Saturday to Wednesday. Schmoozed with the schmoozers, and worked the room better than Ari Gold at Cannes. I flew out on a jetplane (if you can call it that, I was half suprised not to see pelicans attached to the wings to provide more power), arrived back home on Wednesday evening, in time to head out for Rosh Hashana celebrations. Ate like a malevolent king in a time of famine for two nights straight then headed to the Vegas of the north, that's right Niagara, for some good ol' fashioned debauchery.

The next 24hrs might or might not have contained more or less of the following ingredients. It's up to you to decipher: gambling, drinking, having a lapdance by an Amazonian, glass-eyed girl from Hungary with a penchant for ear-nibbling, partying at a club filled with local strippers proud of their profession, being detained by border patrol for 2hrs in a claustrophobic room filled with people who could have been pulled straight out of an expose on racial profiling, fighting off people for a table at the Cheesecake Factory.

The one thing you can say about the past week is that it certainly wasn't your average run-of-the-mill weekend. Where the hell did that expression come from anyway, "run-of-the-mill"? It was certainly a lot of fun though. I did walk away from the mall with more than an Abercrombie sweatshirt and a few discounted polos; turns out I bought a ready-to-wear flu virus, phlegm and headaches included. Which might give you an indication of why I am writing this blog. And am not at the office bothering people across the globe with my sales pitch.

That is all. Any interesting weekend stories? Feel free to share. Cheers....