No time for a bad time (Volume 1, Part 2)
Saturday was began at the unsightly hour of 11 am. The sun was up and blasting its harmful UVA and UVB rays directly at us as we remotely opened the shades to our second day in Sin City.
We eventually made our way to the Bellagio buffet and began a wait that would rival that of Black Friday in front of Best Buy. An hour an a half later, we were finally treated to the plethora of edible options that awaited us. We gorged like we had not eaten for the last year to the point way past gluttony.
When we got back to the hotel, our oversized bellies were dying to catch some much needed sunlight. We headed to the pool for some Bud Lights and a lot of relaxing. One of the main objectives of going to a Las Vegas pool is to “people watch.” Not necessarily needed to be in quotes, but necessary in importance. There were all types of people at this chlorinated watering holes. The foreign, the grenades, the hotties, the docile, the hairy, the snobby, the variety is endless. Certainly repulsive at times, but entertaining nevertheless.
As with every Saturday night that we spend in Las Vegas, Saturday night is reserved for the sacred act of partying. This time, we went to Haze and after a nice time spent in line; much less than for the buffet earlier that day, we paid the cover and headed straight for the bar. Nothing like dousing money spent with more spent on alcohol. Haze is a wonderfully large nightclub with a great variety of attendees, a large upstairs, and an exciting dance floor. The highlight of the night was the opportunity to see Lloyd perform his one line in the hit song “Bedrock” and other various songs of which I was not familiar. We eventually had to leave the club with some new awesome memories, but how I got back to the hotel room supersedes me.