It occurs to me, drinking a young single malt alone in my hotel room from a plastic cup, that I may have hit my emotional rock bottom this trip.
Anyhow, we went to the strip, and had an awful lunch at the Rainforest Cafe in the MGM Grand. That marks two meals in a row at the Rainforest Cafe that were generally overpriced and terrible. At least I knew this time not to bother with the watery piss slush drinks. Instead, I got a .5L yarddog of margarita downstairs at MGM at some place called “Fat Tuesday.” It was cheap and featured cheap liquor, but at least there was a lot of it. On the list of experiences I’d forgone to this point is drinking alcohol beverages out of a two foot tall plastic cup, so I’m pleased I’ve checked that off my list now.
After that we hit the M&M world, and then hung out at an arcade. I took a brief detour to Coca-Cola’s store, which had some nice designer t-shirts (I didn’t buy any), and coke in a glass bottle for $1 (I did partake in that). I was getting cold, so I headed back to the hotel (yeah, I didn’t really expect that I’d be getting cold in pants and a t-shirt in Vegas, but damn, in the shade it’s downright chilly right now).
Saw several Ferraris and Lamborghinis. I forget how nice they sound when you open them up, which is much easier when you have long straight desert roads. Probably my favorite spotting thus far is a Gallardo Special Edition, which looks lovely in creamy white pearl metlalic (not sure what the official name of that paintjob is). Strangely, they were staying here, and not somewhere classy, which makes zero sense to me. Doesn’t sound as nice as a Ferrari, but still looks pretty sweet.
Incidentally, the quality of my cell phone pictures in all but brilliant sunlight are terrible. Just the same, I’m finding always having a camera with me is extremely helpful.