So what exactly is “turndown service”? I mean, I know what it is. Sort of. At some point, after they’ve made up your hotel room, someone comes back in the late afternoon to pull down the comforter and fold over your bed sheet. Because….? Is it an excuse to come in and check up on you to make sure you’re okay? Some sort of reminder (“Don’t forget to sleep tonight!”). It seems purposeless to me, but what do I know. Maybe I’m missing something painfully obvious. And I’m sure I can count on one of you to enlighten me.
Well, the plan today was to head down to the enormous sports book at Caesar’s Palace, put down on a couple of games, and spend the afternoon watching hockey/basketball. Rob and I got there early and placed our bets. Rob put some money down on the L.A. Kings and, since he seemed to know what we was doing (in retrospect, he did not), I followed suit. And lost. I was torn when it came to the basketball game. On the one hand, I thought the Miami Heat would win. On the other hand, I couldn’t, in good conscience, root for the Miami Heat – even with money riding on them. And so, I went against my gut instinct and took the Indiana Pacers. Who ended up winning.
Unfortunately, because the games started at around noon, me and the gang were having brunch at the Mesa Grill while all the action was taking place. I’ve never been a big fan of brunch which has always struck me as a half-ass cross between breakfast and lunch. It’s like you’re embarrassed to be serving breakfast but not fully committed to lunch so you offer a maudlin medley of both. Alex and Thobias seemed to enjoy their southwestern corn things, but I found my pork tenderloin sandwich merely meh.
From there, Akemi and I headed over to The Cosmpolitan for a couples massage. I have very sensitive muscles (to compliment my very sensitive personality) and requested the light touch (which, for some reason, invariably disappoints the masseuse). Akemi claimed it was the best massage she’d ever had. As for me…another meh. It was fine. Although I might have to downgrade that raring because, four hours later, my back started to ache. Is that SUPPOSED to happen after a message? Is it the “toxins” being released?
After some post-massage downtime, we said goodbye to Ivon, Alex, and Thobias who were flying out tonight, then headed over to Jaleo for dinner with Rob and Hillary. It’s one of our favorite restaurants in Vegas and it didn’t disappoint. Some of the highlights included:
I swung by the sports book to place a wager on some Superbowl contenders only to find it closed. CLOSED! We cut through the casino on the way back to our room with the intention of playing a little roulette – but the tables were packed, while a half dozen sat empty and unmanned. Weird. If Vegas is looking for ways to improve its gambling numbers, I’ve got a couple of suggestions.
And so, instead of playing roulette – or putting some money down on football – I headed back to my room to pack because…
We fly back home tomorrow.
But before I go, if I have time, I may swing by that sports book – provided it’s open at 10 a.m. – and put down on a couple of superbowl contenders. I’ve narrowed my choices down to:
The Carolina Panthers at 50-1 (Kathode, you present a good argument. Less so for those Detroit Lions).
The Chicago Bears at 20-1
The Green Bay Packers at 12-1
The Indianapolis Colts at 25-1
The New Orleans Saints at 22-1
I’m thinking of going with three. But which three?
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