SEMA was like every other conference I’ve been to but on steroids. You know how I do that sharp intake of breath when I’m excited? I literally had no breath left at the end of the day. Well not literally but dang near. Classic Trucks for days with some educational presentations thrown in? Sign me up.
Food; AB took me to Top of The World where I simultaneously ate the best steak I’ve ever had in my whole life while trying not to freak the ef out because of the height. (I didn’t die)
I’ve finally witnessed a magic show. Jen Kramer still has my head hurting from trying to figure out how she did that last thing with the box. Like, how are you even a real person? She’s not. I’m convinced.
We got invited to the GlassParency party and had to leave early because AB got sick but DUDE, automotive suppliers know how to P.A.R.T.Y
In the future I’ll save money on Uber by actually checking if my hotel has a shuttle to the convention center and plan out my days better, getting across hundreds of square feet of space while walking through thousands of people isn’t the easiest thing to do and I missed at least 2 presentations that I really wanted to see. Other than that SEMA and Vegas owe me nothing.
2 thoughts on “Dear SEMA, I’ll Be Back.”
Yes SEMA owes us nothing!
Next year we will be prepared👌🏾🍾😂
Lol true story. Aka I’m leaving all high heeled shoes at home!