Next day it was shopping day. We got up and headed to the factory outlet stores in an Uber in time for breakfast. The only place that was open was Starbucks and so that was where we dined. I then spent the rest of the day walking around every shop in the factory outlet trying to find a pair of football shorts for my boy child….with no luck! I did end up with two pairs of Levis so that was nice. We got an Uber back to the hotel and caught up on some sleep before heading out again for the evening.
It was C’s birthday and so we met up for dinner at a place called Lago inside the Bellagio. It was a very nice place in every way you can imagine. The customers, the staff, the setting, the food, the atmosphere….it was all at a very high standard. It was Italian food but you ordered for the table and then shared whatever came out. We had a range of pastas, steaks and seafood risotto and every bite was delicious. As someone that doesn’t eat fish, I was assured that the risotto was good, but I trusted the review.
No matter how good the food was, the best part of the evening was always going to be the backdrop. I had a great seat to experience this too. I sat and ate my meal with the Bellagio fountains putting on their show in the background to music. Of course I had heard of this theatre and it was one of the things that people said I *had* to see, but until you see the size and scale of the fountains, you can’t begin to appreciate it properly. More of that thought to come in a bit.
We were asked if we wanted desserts and I was looking forward to seeing what they had to offer; the mains were so good it was going to be a treat. C stepped in and suggested that we should go somewhere else and, as it was his birthday, we put our faith in him. We went back to the Cosmopolitan and up onto the second floor to a place called Milk Bar. Are you ready for this? OK. Imagine you have just finished your crunchy nut cornflakes and you are left with that delicious cold sugary milk in the bowl. Now, if you can, don’t drink that but make some ice-cream with it. For those people that don’t find ice cream sweet enough, this is the one for you! It was served in a cardboard carton with crunchy nut cornflakes in the base, a lump of this super sweet ice cream and then more sprinkled crunchy nut cornflakes on the top. I assume that heaven is just a swimming pool full of this stuff.
We walked through the hotel eating our ice-cream and chatting and we thought we spotted Mo Farah standing at the bar having pictures taken with a fan. It turns out it was his training partner and best friend, Abdi Abdirahman, who had finished third in the New York Marathon. Looking at his body shape and physique and comparing it to mine (99% stuffed on pasta, steak and sugar infused ice cream) I was pretty sure that my training plan needed a review.
As we waited for the group to get back as one, we noticed at the top of the escalator there was a 6 foot white plastic model of a rabbit. We had probably walked past it two or three times, but it was only when you stopped to look at it did you realise that the red pattern going through the middle of its face and body was, very obviously, designed to look like a ‘ladies downstairs area’. We had to explain to a lady that was taking a picture of her 10 year old child in front of it what it was and she said ‘yeah, it’s very clear what it is meant to look like’. Nowt so queer as folk.
It was at this point I realised that it wasn’t all about numbers as I had thought earlier in the trip, it was all about big ideas. I am sure that we have all been in an ideas meeting and the chair has said, ’shout out what you’re thinking, no bad ideas, just say what you are thinking’. Well in Vegas they collect all of these ideas and do them. But bigger. We need something to fill this space at the top of the escalator, any ideas guys? ‘How about a 6 foot rabbit/vagina hybrid?’ Sure, here is $20,000, make it happen.
Even the ice cream place was in on it. You can buy a container filled with all the ingredients that you need to make ‘cereal milk’ for just $5.25. Can you imagine that meeting? OK, we need to increase sales, any ideas? Yeah, lets sell a small plastic container full of crunchy nut cornflakes and let people pour milk in it to make their own cereal milk. Erm, is that not the stuff that you get in a bowl of cereal and you can get it much cheaper by buying a box of cereal? Shut up and make me a logo, we ship this shit on Monday.
With those thoughts going through my mind, mixed with thought of the race tomorrow, we decided to have an early night and got our guy to give us a lift home. Unfortunately, the strip was already closed off for the preparations for the race and we were totally blocked into the car park. It took us over an hour to make the 15 minute trip and I didn’t get into bed until well past midnight. I was assuming that Abdi would have better prep than this?