(Written Friday night)
Man, this has been a week of boring entries. But that's okay. It means that there's been no drama stirring up crap in my head.
I suppose that will change though.
It always does.
The conference ended at 11:30 this morning. I didn't stick around to watch them clean up. I took a cab over to The Hard Rock so I could buy a souvenir glass and eat lunch at The Pink Taco. I'm not a huge fan of Mexican food, but I've always loved the enchiladas at The Pink Taco. Plus they seem to have a rule that only drop-dead gorgeous girls can work there. I was surrounded my supermodels and movie stars. So, just like my regular life back home. Not.
After lunch I took a cab over to New York New York. I stuck my head in ESPN Zone to see if PonytailGirl was working. She wasn't, so I went over to Nine Fine Irishmen.
I sat at the bar and the guy asked me, "Smithwick's for lunch?"
That's what I said to him every day when I was here in August. Pretty cool that he remembered.
So I had two Smithwick's (1444) then I dicked around New York New York for an hour or two. I really like that place. It's got style.
After I'd cabbed it back to The Rio I tried a couple of times to take a nap, but it never took.
And now I'm at The Tilted Kilt drinking a Tilted Kilt (526). The plan is to make this a short night because I have to get up at like 3:30 to leave.
Oh yeah, VegasDude finally called me back. He was quite apologetic. I told him not to worry about it.
(bottle) Cola color. Roasted malt and caramel aroma. Fairly thin mouthfeel. The flavor was of cola and caramel. Slightly dry finish. Good.That beer was a nice surprise. They'd had some people in to pitch some beers to the bar, and they'd left an extra bottle, so a bunch of us split it.
Other than that, I had three more pints of Tilted Kilt (560), and I talked with HenPeckedGuy, then at around 10:00 I went up to my room and slept.