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...