The View From the Tub

Well, I volunteered for another Las Vegas run. I really thought Dellis was going to be able to get away and hang out for a little bit, but she's got big important stuff cooking and we couldn't make it happen.

Dang.



So, I made the trip in the Big Blue satellite truck and currently I'm hanging around my room.  I had to go down to the casino and grab some dinner a little while ago (Baby Back Ribs and a Fat Tire Beer).

Meh.

It was okay, but I wish I had gone for a steak instead.



The tub has a nice view of the strip and I'm glad the curtain works, because folks would also have a nice view of me if it didn't.

The room is pretty good.  Not on the same level as the Palazzo (manual curtains?), but pretty comfortable.



The one problem I have (and I'm sure this is isn't the same in every room), but this being "Planet Hollywood" and all, I got this creepy conehead memoriabillia mask hanging right over the bed.

I'm thinking I'm not going to be sleeping well with this creepy thing staring down at me.  Maybe I should leave some chicken embryos and beer out for it.  Just in case.

Sorry, if it seems like I'm not appreciating the opportunity.  I'm going to go and try my luck at the slot machines later.  That's sure to cheer me up.

I hope you're sharp enough to appreciate the sarcasm.

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