The sun is barely up when I pull on my clothes, tie my sneakers, and get in the elevator at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. It's another day of work on the road for me, even if the locale is one that seduces millions of tourists a year. This morning I just want coffee, and as luck would have it there's a Starbucks located in my hotel. Ah, sweet, glorious non-fat vanilla latte. I'm … [Read more...] about I Hate Las Vegas