Throughout my career, particularly the nearly quarter-century I spent as a journalist, I estimate that I attended roughly 200 conventions and conferences throughout the country with conservatively about 30 of those held in Las Vegas.
And in 199 of them, I’ve never had an auditor from the accounts payable department question anything on my expense report. The only item I ever got declined was, believe it or not, an $8 pack of sinus tablets, purchased in desperation during a three-day stay in New Orleans where both the temperature and humidity flirted with triple digits as only The Big Easy can, and I felt like I was inhaling hay by the baleful.