I Survived Downtown Las Vegas On The Eve Of The Rock N Roll Marathon.
I’m checking in here to say that I’m still alive and enjoying Vegas.
I went to the marathon expo yesterday to collect my race number and was pleasantly surprised by how quickly I got everything sorted. If anything pisses me off it is waiting around with thousands of runners for my number.
In this case I was in and out in 5 minutes.
I went to the race merchandise area and came away with 10 chocolate GU gels and a cool little race belt.
Ive been sampling the gels tonight and I can confirm they are fucking delicious. The major problem here is that I could wake up starving in the middle of the night and eat the rest of them.
So I’m lying on my bed here on the night before the run and I’m not feeling any of the ‘Vegas Baby!’ chest bumping bullshit.
I was feeling this way earlier to an extent but I think I might have went too far with my Downtown escapades earlier.
It started with breakfast. I went to Mandalay Bay and the Luxor where I had a Fat Tuesday and some pancakes for breakfast. The food was totally amazing as always! Its been so easy carb loading this time around. Vegas grub is delicious and cheap compared to home.
I don’t think I can get enough of this American food although it is slowly killing me.
The Fat Tuesday cocktail that I had with breakfast quickly took its toll on me and I struggled onto the Deuce bus for downtown.
I went into the La Bayou casino where the ladies at the entrance gave me some Mardi Gras beads upon entering.
That certainly set the tone for the afternoon.
I made the mistake of ordering the tallest cocktail from the bar. It was so big that I couldn’t place it next to the slot machine.
I must have spent at least 3 hours in that place and before I knew it I was staggering back down towards the Stratosphere to catch the Deuce with my giant cocktail all but finished.
On the way down I bought myself a fabulous purple wig and wore it on my walk through what turned out to be a ghetto.
Now if you can picture a swaying 6 foot 2 Irishman looking like a special needs David Bowie walking through the hood, then you’re partly there.
It was a stupid fucking move but now I can see the funny side, mainly because I didn’t get raped.
It didn’t make it any easier that it was starting to get dark.
I made it to the Stratosphere hotel without dying and visited the tower which gives a breathtaking view of Las Vegas
Tonight I’m a nervous wreck.
Everything went a little weird today after I went Downtown but it was a fun experience. I just hope I’m OK for tomorrow. I’ve been eating pasta and drinking Gatorade all evening.
Praying a little too even though I’m not religious.
There is talk of a pasta party happening on the Strip but the only reason I’d go there is to let out a loud rasping fart in the centre as means of protest.
Seriously. Who the fuck goes to these things? What do you talk about? Spaghetti vs Penne?
To me it seems like one massive fucking circle jerk and a chance to try to undermine the confidence of those around you.
I’m having my own pasta party in my bedroom here.
Today has been a fun day and I wouldn’t want to bore anyone today with my escapades at a serious event for athletes.
I’m happy boring all of you instead!