Monday, December 09, 2019

Las Vegas Adventure - Day 3

[Composed 11/28/2019]

Our little corner of Vegas (specifically, the MGM Signature and MGM Grand hotels) is pretty much the Land that Forgot Thanksgiving. About the only clue that it's Thanksgiving is the mention of turkey on various restaurant menus. Other than that, it's business as usual.

We started our day by hitting the gym where Shira reminded me that all the running I've been doing has done nothing to beef up my arms and core. The result: the push presses and sit-ups she had me do has left my upper body pretty much broken. I got her back though by "making her" walk the 32 flights of stairs up to our hotel room.

After cleaning up we made our way down to the CBS Research Studio, where Shira and I watched a yet to be released TV show and weighed in with our opinion. We watched a comedy with a dial in hand that we could twist from 0 to 100 depending on how happy we were with the show's content. Naturally Shira hated the show and I liked it. It was a quirky experience to take part in, and in a town where every offer seems to good to be true, this was fun, free and delivered what it promised.

After a very tasty lunch at the vegan Chinese place Veggie House, we made our way to a nearby theater to watch the new Mr. Rogers movie, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood. We had seen the recent'ish documentary on Mr. Rogers, so I was a bit worried that it would cover the same ground. Fortunately, it did not. With that said, I'm not entirely sure I liked A Beautiful Day. It was cleverly done and filled with the wholesome goodness of Mr. Rogers, but I'm not sure I'm satisfied by those points alone.

What made the movie vastly more meaningful was to read both the original article the movie is based on, and a follow-up article that was published after the movie was produced. These serve as a sort of prologue and epilogue and give essential context to the movie.

After the movie we walked around the casino a bit and did the gambling thing. We keep ending up at New York, New York--the closest by casino that offers lower-limit tables. They also make a fine hot chocolate, which has become my drink of choice during our evening gambling sessions. You just have to imagine me talking to the cocktail waitress in my sexiest Jame Bond voice: Chocolate. Hot. With whipped cream. Yeah, I'm sure she's impressed.

Tomorrow the weather is supposed to finally clear up a bit and we'll get our first adventure away from the Strip. I'm so psyched!

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