The first day of AEE is like being blessed with VIP sneak preview tickets for the latest Angelina Jolie film in which she fires dual pistols in the nude. The next few days reek of pure insanity and provide a feeling comparative to climbing into an exhausted mall for a Star Wars convention on Black Friday. Add exposed breasts, a tattooed man with a vagina, classic lines from Max Hardcore and youve got the publics view of AEE - annoying, sweaty, and admiringly excellent for the industrys bank account.  These are the days I no longer wished to attend for more than a few moments of refreshed contact with business kin and perhaps a few rounds of handing out promotional items to line standing fans hoping for an autograph worth much less than Mickey Mantles.

Im a lover of day one, open only to industry folks and fellow webmasters for networking opportunities and grounds for magnetized business discussion that finally positions faces to email addresses and personalities to forum and sponsor handles. Its a day to thank models for sales, bump and grind monetary ideas to gain higher income, traffic, and relations that might quicken the capabilities of attaining personal business goals and shortening the wait for retirement.

On the other hand, Internext appeared dead.  At one point it seemed like the only people who were there were people who set up shop or who accidentally stumbled in. It was a breath of fresh air to walk into Internext and see just about as many people as there are lakes in a desert.  It was a calm front perfect for initiating conversation. In fact, you could talk with someone 75 feet away and hear clearly.  This seemed superb after the mass hysteria of AEE, but I continuously hear that the Internext show rest in a sad state of affairs.  As a first-timer, Ive nothing to compare it to.

Nighttimes generally spent liquored up while reestablishing previous contacts, inviting new ones, and enjoying atomic parties such as Jungle Bash, Amateur Bash, Players Ball, and various suite parties complete with performances by Afroman, George Clinton, and Crazy Town.

Each night before going to sleep I opened my Velcro wallet to discover one side stuffed with business cards, another side ransacked with receipts, and a few greenbacks sited in the center.

Im extremely grateful for fans who stand in lines for ages to meet models. Im a fan of anyone who joins the programs I promote. Without fans, who pays my electric bill?

For more information on Internext/AEE and sponsored parties, please visit:
http://www.internext-expo.com
http://www.thejunglebash.com
http://www.theplayersball.com
http://www.vegasamateurbash.com