Day 2

Sonofabitch, I couldn't sleep worth a damn at all. I slept for about four hours and laid in bed tossing and turning for at least another one. When I looked at the clock before finally getting out of bed, it read 7:30.

I get up and try to relax in the shower, taking my time. I make one last vain attempt to get comfortable in bed to where I can doze off for another hour or two. Nothing helps. I don't have a raging headache or normal hangover pains, but just feel - as I like to say - "sloshy." My body is tired, muscles hurt a little bit, and just feel a little on the light headed side.

But since I didn't have a headache that's bringing me to my knees, I get dressed and start to wander over towards Mandarin Oriental. I think MOzen will be today's breakfast of champions.

It was still early enough to have very little foot traffic outside. Despite the somewhat cool morning air, I shouldn't have worn long sleeves. Stupid! I snapped a few pictures of the towering architecture along my way.

Cosmopolitan.

And another shot.

Aria.

Coming up on the Veer towers.

Who's hurting this morning? THIS GUY!

Anyone want to bet on their occupancy percents?

Yes, it's huge.

I also wonder on their occupancy numbers.

Once I get to Mandarin Oriental, I find my way to MOzen with no troubles. The hostess asks for my name, and I'm quickly seated. I scan over the menu, but it doesn't take too long before I land on trying the Nantucket eggs.

First menu page.

And the second page.

The view directly in front of me.

Out the window to my right.

To my left.

A close up of what I ordered.

The place was very quiet and peaceful. The waiters, and all staff for that matter, address you respectfully by your name. It was a nice way to be greeted, and frankly, I was especially appreciating it in my current state. At this point in the morning, I didn't have any real hunger, but decided I should probably eat something before I start to feel worse from lack of food.

After my selection arrives, I also order a green tea. As my side, I went with the chicken sausage.

Everything was fine. Certainly better than I can do at home. My only criticism is the crab could have used a little bit more flavor. Maybe something was lost as it was grilled, or didn't have any seasonings on it. I just wanted more of a "hey, that's a nice piece of crab" taste to it. But when mixed with the egg, spinach, and hollandaise sauce, it was still very delightful. And being this was my first time trying chicken sausage, I didn't know what to expect. But, I think the name says it all....tastes like chicken, but has the texture of a sausage. No more explaining needed.

Tablescape.

My green tea presentation.

Hope it helps....

Letting it steep.

My breakfast presentation.

I'd certainly consider visiting again.

I did chuckle a little bit on the inside when I saw on my bill that my green tea was a $9 charge (it wasn't a long chuckle). One tea bag, some hot water, and a small pour of honey...nine bucks. In any case, it was great, and after a decent tip I was just shy of $50 for breakfast.

About this time would have been when Rob and Cory would be heading over to Bellagio as Rob was going to be partaking in his first professional Las Vegas shave. If I had booked before this day, I would have taken one as well, as I wasn't up to par just yet. Instead of walking, I took a taxi. I don't care, I'm lazy and tired at this point.

I wander in and the guys aren't there yet. I take the time to snap some pictures of the updated conservatory.

Very cool.

Certainly more open compared to previous visits.

Butterflies.

Again, pretty cool.

Ceiling shot.

That's not a butterfly house. Visit the Omaha zoo to see a butterfly house.

Back towards the main entrance.

Ferris wheel.

Final ceiling parting shot.

Shortly after I do find Rob and Cory walking in. We let Rob check in for his appointment and Cory and I start to wander throughout Bellagio. I watch him lose a couple bucks playing the machines, when we started comparing how well we slept. "Let me tell you about my night..." he starts off with.

According to him, at around 4:00 AM, the room next to his at the El Cortez erupts in a fury of yelling and screaming. It sounds as if someone's in some genuine distress calling out for help. Cory calls down to security telling them there's basically a domestic assault taking place next to his room. Security tells him it's already been called in, and the police have also been notified. Turns out other hotel guests heard the commotion and also called. He says it ended with both parties involved being taken out of the hotel in cuffs. Remember that couple that got engaged on our flight out to Vegas? You know, the dude that got down on one knee and proposed at thirty thousand feet in the air? And then we gave them drink tickets to celebrate.....??? (see where this is going?) Yeah, it wasn't them. Heh...

I'm sure Cory would have "gone all Chuck Norris" on the situation if he had the chance, but his door at the El Cortez really didn't lock that well. You had to basically slam the damn thing to get it to even catch. He had called maintenance about the issue during the day, and they did improve the door to where it locked about fifty percent of the time. I could just see it now....the assault spilling over into Cory's room because his door didn't lock. Oh man, that'd be an epic story.

We stroll back to the spa area and I take a few pictures of the offerings of Jean Philippe before seeing Rob emerge from his shave.

I'll gladly take one of each.

Making me hungry.

Pretty and delicious.

nom-nom-nom.

He did say he enjoyed the shave, but doesn't know if he'll do it again. It was a nice pampering for 45 minutes, but he wasn't really sure on if it was worth the price. But at least now he can say he did it and check it off his Vegas bucket list.

This point in time we wander back to my room via Bellagio. I've now decided to call Rob "Theodore" most of the trip just because I liked the sound of it. Cory came up with that name somewhere, and I just kept it. I had Theodore, er, I mean, Rob mix us some drinks as we decided what to do with the rest of the morning. I wasn't in a gambling mood since getting kicked in the balls all over town yesterday. Despite the screwdriver in my hand, I didn't want to get plastered..... And frankly, I didn't want to walk anywhere. Yeah, I was kinda bitching out a the moment.

But, I tried to put on my big boy pants, and we decided to check out Planet Hollywood. Rob really wanted to check out the Pleasure Pit and see some eye candy. On our way over, we passed some people doing magic tricks, three card monte, playing the saxophone (complete with a sign telling their life story), and even a guy passing out a booklet of poetry he's supposedly written. He handed me one, and I told him I'd read it later. He kept saying how "anything would be appreciated......anything that you could spare." I told him I'm not that interested in reading it, and since it probably cost him money to print it up, I handed it back.

That's when we found, who I shall nickname for the sake of my report, "Ms. Sexy."

Now as you can tell, Ms. Sexy seems to be having a rather good time in Las Vegas at the moment. Seems she had a little bit more to drink than I.

We're just inside the doors at Planet Hollywood and I see her bend over the trash can and just start throwing up. If that grosses you out, you can try to believe she's "looking for a lost contact lens."

Well, Ms. Sexy doesn't just barf quickly, and then embarrassingly run away (as I would assume most people would do). No, she just stays there, contemplating if she's done or not.

That's how I was able to get this picture. When she first threw up, I thought "bah, she'll be outta here in no time, no way I'll get a picture." But when she stayed in that pose for longer than 10 seconds (looking for that contact lens - mind you) I pulled out my camera....took aim.....let the auto focus adjust.....and got this little gem on the right.

Instead of asking if she was okay, we continued into the casino. We're nice like that. Besides, I'm sure she had more on her mind. As mean and insensitive as it sounds, I almost would have preferred that she blew chunks all over the sidewalk. THAT would have been a scene....

We scan over the Pleasure Pit at Planet Hollywood and I scoffed at their lovely 6:5 blackjack. I like good looking girls as much as the next guy, but I'm not going to sacrifice decent casino rules for one. If she dealt topless, then maybe I'd consider the 6:5. (I dropped that suggestion in their comment card box)

I did see one muscled up, tattoo'd douche bag betting it up large at a roulette table. He'd spill about $120 in singles all over the table and hit a few times. He always wanted to bet every single chip he had. A few times he got close to being waived off by the dealer. He'd be racing against the dealer to get every chip out there...When she'd push his winnings back to him, he'd pocket the $100 chip that was frequently on top. I told the guys I wanted to watch the carnage until he lost. Sure enough about four spins later, he busted when one of the few uncovered numbers came up. Zing.

About now is when we were contemplating what to do next. I just wasn't feeling up to much, and gambling and getting blasted were at the bottom of my list. I also didn't want to walk much of anywhere. In the end, Cory and Rob decided to play in the upcoming Treasure Island poker tournament. I told them I'd catch up later after I rested in my room for a bit, and after my plans this evening. We parted ways.

After getting back into my room, I shut the curtains, and took a bath. After the bath, I took a shower. I was just hoping something would help me in getting over this feeling of subtle death washing over me.

I slipped into bed and set an alarm on my phone for 2 hours from now. I'd feel as if I were getting close to dozing off, and then the damn tub in the bathroom turned on. Seems those tubs have air jets in them that help dry it after a recent use. When the damn thing turned on, I didn't know what to make of it. The positive of it is I now had a clean and dry tub....but now I also had a faster beating heart beat and couldn't fall asleep. Twenty futile minutes passed by before I got up and dressed.

I venture downstairs just trying to scan over the property. I take a few pictures and wander through the casino. At one point, I chatted up with a hostess of Jose Andres restaurant and got their card. I'm going to try to get the wife into 'e in July, but we'll see how successful I am.

More sparkles.

Pretty cool.

Different, and certainly over the top.

I dig it.....

The wall of Jaleo.

More tables outside the restaurant.

For $5, you can have a piece of art.

Reservations only by email.

And not more than 30 days in advance.

Over priced gadgets.

Still with time to waste, I head downstairs and scan over my gaming options. Single deck blackjack was offered, but only at 6:5. I did like their roulette tables as the winning bets on the table light up once the ball has landed. Section, row, color, number all flash. It gives it more of a high tech and party atmosphere fell to it.

In the end I went with Pai Gow poker. They only have two tables going, and unfortunately they were $25 minimums. I reluctantly bought in, and played. I was mainly even the entire time. After two mojitos, I quit, and walked away with a six dollar profit for my problems. Whoa, stand back...Cosmo is gonna be in MY pocket anytime now with streaks like that.

I wander around for a little while more and sit at Vesper bar near my elevator bank. I scan over their cocktail menus, but nothing is jumping out at me. I'm on the mend, but not 100% just yet. After tinkering around on my cell phone, I wander upstairs and start to get ready for tonight's event. This was my treat to myself, the Vegas Uncork'd Grand tasting event at Caesar's Palace. Macker and Alexanbo are also going so I'm in for an exciting time.

Via text, I hear that Macker is planning to meet Alexanbo in his suite at 6:00 PM for a pre-grand-tasting-drink and then we'll all plan on heading over together. Sounds perfect. 6:00 PM rolls around and I try to use my key to get to the 58th floor. The elevator doesn't move.... Son of a.....

I text Alexanbo, and he says he'll be right down to get me. I wait....and wait.....and wait..... I'm not complaining, since while I am standing by the elevator bank, looking like a hooker scanning for a date, I see sooooo much eye candy walking around. It was unreal. As I told Cory and Rob, I can't tell who the hookers are and who the sluts are, since everyone is dressed the same. And of course, everyone is beautiful. I'm just glad to finally have that "I'm at home" feeling. Since it's so awkward feeling like you're the only gorgeous person around at the moment (/end_sarcasm_font). I'm going to have to get in shape for my July visit....dang.

In any case, I get another text from Alexanbo saying "we're here." I look around and don't see anyone....um.....I have the wrong tower. Sonofabitch. I sheepishly make my way over to the opposite end of the building and see them both giving me the "you retard" look. I had never even ventured that far before....okay, let's get this party started.

As we get on the elevator, we're followed by a family from - I'd guess, Hawaii. Dad, Mom and two little ones that came up to about the waist of Macker and I (or about the same height as Alexanbo if you prefer). The dad was easily the biggest Samoan looking dude I've seen in my life. I'd guess he was a towering 6'4" and well over 300 pounds of muscle. He was carrying a non-descript pizza box - I'm guessing from the hidden pizza place on the 3rd floor. Macker let's out a "Man, that smells fucking good." He catches himself and immediately apologizes for swearing in front of the little ones. I snicker under my breath and remember thinking "Glad he said that and not me" just in case the dad wants to call it out. Smooth man....real smooth. Soon we're on the 58th floor, and Alexanbo gives me the tour of his wrap around terrace suite.

It was of course much larger than my room, and just spectacular. I didn't take pictures of anything other than the view, since the amenities are similar. His bathroom was much larger than mine (he even had a guest bathroom), and the kitchen area was basically a full set. After an initial walk through, we mix some drinks. I had brought up two redbulls in case someone wanted to use it as a mixer. I went with a vodka redbull, I believe Macker did a vodka and coke, and Alexanbo went with a flavored vodka mix. - Guys if I got that wrong, suck it....I'm not updated the html after the fact. :)

The view was simply stunning. It's always a little surreal to me to be looking down the strip and seeing over the hotels. I'll let the pictures do the talking.

This is the view from the 58th floor of Cosmopolitan. Viva Las Vegas.

You literally feel like the king of the world. (cliche' I know)

I like the sun damage on the Paris balloon. When else are you going to see that?

PH.

More Paris / Ballys.

Can you say you've seen over the top of MGM while standing?

Alexanbo masturbates in that seat while watching the fountains...and man porn.

One more up the strip.

And then the traffic down below.

In short order, the three of us walk over to Caesar's to get ready for the Grand Tasting. We find the line after a short walk, and take our places. We sign up for a raffle where they're giving away a shopping spree to the Caesar's Forum shops. What seemed like an hour (probably was 15 minutes) the line starts moving. We're giving our admission bracelets, a cheap plastic wine glass, and walk into the Oasis pool area.

There were over 100 different stations setup offering their various wares. All major Las Vegas restaurants and chefs were represented. We didn't really have a plan of attack, so we just went for it.

I'll try to recollect everything to the best of my ability, however I'm not going to say it's 100% accurate. I took a picture of each station's name before sampling their wares. If I get something wrong, or totally mutilate what it was, my apologies. Hopefully Alexanbo and Macker can help me accurately recall everything we ate that night.

Backgrounds on the chefs that are represented at the event.

As we were walking in.

TV crews and hotties everywhere.

First offering we tried was from Tableau.

Crab and avocado salad.

Wine wine wine...everywhere was wine.

Sure, I'll give it a try.

Next stop, Wynn Country Club.

Trying to take more pictures.

Scallop.

Lakeside is next.

Chefs scrambling to keep up with demand.

Swordfish....if I recall correctly?

The crab salad from Tableau was nice. Nothing too heavy, but a decent way to start off. The scallop from Wynn Country Club had a nice sweet flavor to it - I'm presuming from lime juice. The seasoning on top gave it a nice texture. The swordfish from Lakeside was a little bit larger than I would have liked considering all the food we were about to indulge in. It had a nice little spicy sauce given to it, which was nice and certainly made the mouth notice. I'm reluctant to say I did throw away about half of my portion, in a vain attempt to save room.

Society Cafe from Encore.

Another salad.

And a BBQ pork dumpling.

More of the crowd.

Switch being our next stop.

Octopus.

Craftsteak...

A large offering of what I believe are morel mushrooms.

A beef tartare.

Fiamma from MGM Grand.

Lobster gnocchi. To die for.

Notice any familiar Vegas faces here?

The salad from Society Cafe wasn't bad. It wasn't very memorable in my opinion either. However the barbeque shredded pork dumpling was certainly on the high end of my favorites. It had some tangy and smoky flavors to it. It was basically inhaled. I want about 50 more, right now. I was a little pessimistic about the octopus from Switch. I was worried it'd be chewy or like an eraser at a mediocre sushi place. But, it had the exact same texture as chicken and broke apart easily. If I hadn't seem them cutting the octopus up in front of the crowd, I'd be skeptical that's what it even was. It was nice.

The beef tartar from CraftSteak was swooped up in one easy scoop with the offered crouton, and taken down. Not bad....but...... Another one that I would put on the "meh" scale. I was hoping for more from CraftSteak. Now the lobster gnocchi from Fiamma.....this was probably my favorite course of the night. It was very rich, and very decadent and very filling.... I had to stop myself from going up for a second helping so soon. But damn, it was buttery and lobstery goodness throughout the dish. And yes...."lobstery" is a term for this trip report's sake.

We noticed Penn and Teller walking the crowds near where we were. Macker managed to flag down Penn Jillette and asked for a picture. Penn gladly agreed, and Macker hands me his iPhone. I'm fumbling with my hands between my phone, wine glass, and empty food plate, and press something that looks like it'd be an action button for a camera. Alexanbo was trying to direct me the whole time, but I failed. I missed the opportunity to take the picture (I own a Droid, damn it!) and Penn walked off. My apologies, Macker!

This is where the line was....

Fried langoustine...

Slider burger with foie gras.

Shibuya is next.

I have no idea what those were.

Payard...dessert time.

Yeah, they were good.

Nobu.

I enjoyed these as well.

Bobby Flay's Mesa Grill.

It was okay...but expecting more.

I believe Alexanbo got this from Burger Bar. Not sure what it was though.

Time for some Fleur De Lys

Oyster.

Joel Robuchon's is where the line was at. We waited for a good while as they were trying to keep up with the crowd. They offered a fried langoustine and a slider burger with some foie gras on top of the burger patty. The langoustine was crispy, and hot, but I didn't get much from the sauce. Plus it just came out of the fryer. While good, it was basically a fried shrimp. The slider was rather rich too. Lots of interesting flavors and textures going on there. At first we were wondering how to approach eating it, but in the end, we just dove in.

To be honest, I don't recall much from Shibuya. I remember their top offering there in my hand was sweet with pineapple juice, but both were basically forgettable. The desserts from Payard were rich, creamy and woke you up with a punch of fresh citrus flavors. The jalapeno sushi from Nobu was awesome in my opinion. The sauce was a lime based, so you had heat and tangy sweet happening with the delicate texture of the fish. Another of my favorites.

Mesa Grill was "meh" too. Not too much happening there in my opinion, and I was surprised at the portion size. I didn't get a lot of heat from the dish either, so it was sadly disappointed.

Not too longer that line, I see Alexanbo come back with a big ass "slider" from Burger Bar. I don't recall what it was made of, but I never went for one myself.

We tried Fleur, and the offering I picked up was an Oyster in a sauce which escapes me at the moment. I wasn't impressed. It was the only dish of the night that made me think "oh, that's kinda gross."

Jean Philippe.

Lemon and strawberry custard dessert.

Bar Masa.

Wagyu beef.

All kinds of chocolates.

I just grabbed this from a server walking by.

Caesar's tower.

The crowd. Really starting to get dark now.

Heading up to another section.

More of the crowd.

Closer view.

Free cigar cutter or wine stoppers, anyone?

A decent shot of Caesar's.

Ugh...getting really full at this point.

The dessert from Jean Philippe was nice and fresh. Not a ton of sugar overload. Bar Masa's wagyu beef was delicate, but made me think of what a wet pastrimi slice would feel like. Texture wasn't my thing, but it wasn't a bad piece of food.

There were chocolates offered all over the plce. Mint, milk, dark, espresso, white....whatever you preferred. You could sample it there.

I did take a dessert cup cake off the tray of a server. It was rich and better than Betty Crocker so I wasn't complaining. It also had a hidden layer of fudge in the middle which was a nice surprise. Whoa, getting really full at this point.

This is about the point in the evening where we started sampling the alcoholic wares.

Cucumber flavored margarita.

Gonna try something from CommeCa.

Meh....

Macker with Tony Abou-Ganim from themodernmixologist.com

So many drinks....

Time for some vodka.

If I wanted a salad, I'd order a salad....

Yeah, some lemony thing...

Patron was in the house, so I sampled their margarita. It was okay, but nothing I'd want again. Cucumber in my alcoholic drinks just doesn't seem right to me. I tried another tartar from CommeCa, but wasn't impressed with that one either. It did have a nice crunch to the texture, but flavor wise, another "ho-hum."

Macker did get a picture with master mixologist Tony Abou-Ganim who's also been featured on Iron Chef.

They offered up a bloody mary, but to me it seemed more like pure vodka in a cup with a tomato and cucumber slice in it. Not my favorite, and I had to leave most of it behind. The lemon drink there....yeah, couldn't tell you anything about it.....it was a mess I recall that much.

Here is about when Alexanbo and I hit the food wall.... We were stuffed and sampled more than our fair share of delectable eats. Macker went back for another plate of the lobster gnocchi. We slowly made our way out of the event, and wandered back to Cosmopolitan. I managed to take a few pictures of the Bellagio show in progress while walking.

Ooohhh....

Ahhh.....

Getting misted with grey water.....

Cool.

I ventured up to my room and made contact with Cory and Rob. Turns out Cory took down first place in his poker tournament at Treasure Island and called his opponent's all in when he was holding pocket aces pre-flop. Doesn't get much better than that.

I take a few quick pictures of one of the books from my room and then head on out the door.

"Oh, well, let's see what's in this book, shall we?"

Whoa, um, wha?????

Um............interesting.

That's a tame picture....

The shit just got real.......

We give roulette another try, only with marginal results. It certainly wasn't positive money. Before too long I turn and look over my right shoulder and see some short dude wearing all black. On his hat were the initials FFC. I remember thinking "I wonder what FFC stands for, because 'Douchebag' doesn't start with an F." At the conclusion of my terrible roulette session, I stand up and wander over towards the craps table. I again look at my new buddy, and realize it's Flavor Flav tossing dice. Then I assume that FFC stands for "Flavor Flav Chicken" since he'll have a location opening up in Vegas.

Awesome. This is the second time I've run into him (or as I prefer, he's run into me) in Las Vegas at a craps table. First time being at Aria in 2009, and now at the El Cortez in 2011. I guess the chicken business isn't treating him so well these days. This time around he was giving high fives and hugs to the fellow douche bags while they were yelling "Yeah Booooooyyyyyy!" Ugh.....

Here is where Rob wanted to go to a strip club, and Cory kinda wanted to have a quiet night, or crash. I told Rob I'd accompany him to the Gulch, since that's what sounded good to him.

On the walk that way, I warned him that it's quite the hustle. I warned that you will be swarmed by women begging for a dance. I warned that they will not be the most attractive ladies that work in a Las Vegas strip club. He's been warned.

We wander inside and we each order our drinks. The total for four came to $38. The "club" was rather busy. We find two open spots at the "stage" and I quickly noticed there were four girls sitting opposite of us. I didn't peg them as lesbians, but didn't think they were there for a bachelorette party either. I guess they were just checking out the scenery.

As soon as our drinks were served, we were accosted by women. JUST like I had predicted. The first one to talk to us was a woman named "Hot Chocolate." According to her, she's healthy for us, and has no preservatives or added flavors. She's all natural, and also low on carbs. I about threw up in my mouth. If I had to guess, I'd say she has a long shelf life too. Her friend was named "Cinnamon" but I'm not sure if she had a little back story with that name. They tried and tried, but after the 4th or 5th "No, I just got here, and I'm going to sit here for a minute" they wandered off.

I guess that was enough for the 78 year old blonde to come over and try her luck with me. She gave me some stupid name for her breasts, but I simply couldn't get past her age. Another round of "no, I'm just sitting here for a minute" and she wandered off as well. Then the skinny brunette (with no shape) came over and I said no to her as well.... By my count that's three girls within three minutes of being served my drink. At minute number four I feel some nails scratching across my back, and then a set of man hands rubbing my shoulders. I turn around to see a Fantasia look-alike from American Idol rubbing my back. I tell her "I will give you twenty minutes to knock it off!" She thought that was her in, but I had to shoot her down as well. I didn't find her attractive, but eventually just said "hey, maybe come back in a few minutes, I literally just walked in the door." Okay, that's four I had to shoot down so far.....

At this point in the game I pull out a $10 from my pocket and tell Rob that I'm going to go get some change for the girls on stage. I wasn't planning on spending more than that.... As I'm standing behind another patron taking what appears to be a credit card advance, I notice how eagerly a stripper on my left is helping a drunk gentleman with the ATM. He puts in his card, enters his pin....but this is where she takes over. Instead of withdrawing a set amount, she eagerly hits "other" amount and types in $500.00. It isn't until the message comes up reading that he'd be charged $50.00 in addition to whatever funds he takes out that he snaps out of it. After the guy in front of me signs something, and gives up a finger print, a near by girl offers to take my $10 for some singles. I got back to my seat as soon as possible.

Not much longer, Rob's off in some corner getting a lap dance. That's when "what's-her-head" comes back over and say's "I'm baaaack!" as if I should be excited. I tell her "You literally just left 30 seconds ago. If I give you a dollar will you please go away?" She didn't seem to care for that, and I think she eventually got the hint.

Now the girls up on stage..... There were some really heavy girls up there that have no place working in any sort of strip club. Now, I understand I have a few pounds I could lose. But you know what....I'm not applying for a Chippendales dancing job either. Nasty, just nasty....

I will say there was one girl up there with a firm body that really knew how to dance. I'd give her a solid 7.5. She actually had some style to her dancing. When she came by I gladly offered up my dollar. When she leaned down near me, I swear I heard her say "I want to sit on your mustache." I looked at her and said "I'm sorry, what?" She replied with an innocent "Oh, nothing" and went back to dancing again. As I sat down, I was more and more sure of what she said. I'm 94% sure I didn't mis-hear her. What a con.

Then another dancer came over. She wasn't a 7, more along the lines of a 4.5. I put a dollar in front of me just so she could take it and go away. She has the nerve to come over and ask "where's your other dollar?" I say "my dollar is right there." She again says "Yeah, I know, reach into your pocket and grab another one." Yeah, fuck that noise.... I grabbed my offered dollar and sat back down. She's lucky she was offered anything....and now she gets nothing.

Eventually Rob gets done with his dances and we're ready to walk out the door. Come to think of it, I was ready for a bleach shower. That was the worst time I've ever spent in there. I couldn't enjoy ANYTHING about the experience since I was too busy playing stripper bop-a-mole. Turn one down, and two more pop up. There was no way to get comfortable there. Especially when sober. Fuck you, Glitter Gulch.

This is the point in time in which Rob and I parted ways for the evening. I took a cab back to Cosmopolitan and Rob wandered back to the El Cortez.

After burning my clothes I was wearing in the 'Gulch and trying to claw my skin off in the shower, I flopped into bed, attempting to get a better night's rest. We'll see how that works out......