Appropriately enough, this week I've been in the city of Sin - Las Vegas, for training. I've been staying at the New York New York, not a bad hotel. But the best thing about the place? Voila I present to you a gi-normous granny smith apple covered in caramel and walnuts and drizzled with white chocolate (only managed to eat about a third of it) and on the right is a chedder and jalapeno crusted soft pretzel (to DIIIEE for which i finished and am regretting now as my belly swells)
The food! Good Lord the FOOOOOD. I've eaten myself into a semi comatose state and its been fan-tastic let me tell you. What is a trip to Vegas without doing something that induces guilt? I dont gamble, and I'm not into strippers so eating really great expensive food works for me. Sushi? check. Italian? check. Chinese? check. Room service? check. I had planned to run each day at the hotel but would you believe they charge $20/day just to use the fitness room? They can kiss my jiggly butt. I did walk a couple of miles last night.. umm.. to and from dinner.
And what is up with the decor in hotels these days? My bedspread looks like it was designed by an artist... on ACID.
Blech. I swear it disturbs my sleep patterns. If you look at it long enough - you can see the pattern moving like a kaleidoscope - although that might be the vodka talking.
I've been mostly faithful to Lady Eleanor, with only a quickie with Butterfly. I'm at the chart section on Butterfly and that requires my full attention. Can't wait for Sunday's jaunt to Long Beach though.