There is something about Las Vegas that brings out the Rat Pack in me. All I want to do is drink a martini and stand by the tables and look like I'm having a swinging good time tossing money around like it's nothing. It's not what ends up happening, but a girl can pretend. We left Portland early this morning to get here, a pit stop to the real destination - the BCS Bowl game. It feels strange to not be traveling with my kiddo. I actually slept a little on the plane and had time to do some PhDing because there was no need to entertain anyone. Having done some school work today, I felt that it was only appropriate to go for a run. I tell you, I know how to live it up in Vegas.
No thank you kind casino people, I don't have time for your games and flashy lights on your machines with strange names (like Kitty Paradise) - I'm heading to the gym. What? You have to pay extra for the gym? No problem! I'm a high roller after all. Paying for the gym just means that I will work out more....you know, to get the full benefit and all. And since I paid, I'll just use that free face wash and drink the fancy water too - I think it makes me run faster.
The pack of boys I am traveling with are probably disappointed by my time in Vegas thus far. For the 5 hours I've been here I haven't gambled once, haven't watched a single football game, and I ditched them at the bar to go to the gym. I have also spent tons of time in the bathroom in my room. Because it's fricking huge and I dig that.
So, PhD worked on, 5 mile run @ 9:31 pace done, dinner with friends tonight...I'm off to a good start. Now, if only I can find that baby Elvis...
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