So, recently, my rugby friends and I experienced Las Vegas. Or should I say, IT experienced US? (Seriously, though, we experienced it.) Originally the reason for our trip was to watch the International Rugby 7s Tourney. It then became a trip designed to let us escape the snow for at least ONE CUSSING DAY.
PLEASE just make it STOP for ONE. BLESSED. MINUTE.
Anywho, along with some good rugby and good laughs, we got to eat some great food. (We also ate quite a bit of Baja Fresh. On Sunday my friend Donkey ate a burrito for every meal, which we began to refer to as the “Burrito Hat Trick” or, more cleverly, the “Burr-three-to”. She almost went for a fourth the next day, which we of course would have called the “Four-itto”.)
SUNSHINE! THANK THE GOOD LORD!
Our last morning there, we decided to hit up one of Vegas’ many buffets. We hopped on the monorail from The Excalibur (where we stayed) to Mandalay Bay (only a few minutes away in travel, but miles above in class.) So, here’s the thing about sweet buffets. You not only end up eating lots and LOTS of food, but you end up eating some pretty weird combinations of things.
The thought process going through a buffet is something like this: “Oh man! Pork! I better get some of that. What the- is that scrambled eggs? Heck yes! Oh man, chocolate pudding, this is going to be great! I wonder how much of that cottage cheese I can fit on here?” And so your table ends up looking something like this:
What you see there is, of course, shrimp cocktail, cream of wheat and in the background some chocolate cake. And suddenly, what seemed like a great idea in the buffet line becomes a little weird at the table.
And then there was this:
“What is that?!” you ask yourself, “An empty ice cream cone? Sacrilege! Who is responsible for such a tragedy?”
The little guy responsible for this ice cream-less cone is some little kid that intercepted me on my way to the ice cream machine. And when I say that the kid “intercepted” me, what I really mean is that “he vomited in the spot right in front of the ice cream machine”. And instead of losing my appetite completely, I just waited until someone came to clean up the vomit. Fat kid!
CHOC
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