It's 11am, and I was supposed to meet Rachel, Norm, and Stephan for breakfast at 10am. Whoops! I was woken up by a phone call. It was Rachel... turns out, everyone was still recovering from the night before, so I didn't miss out on anything. What I was missing though, was my voice. Somehow, from last nights shenanigans, I lost my voice and sounded like an 80 year old mafioso.

Taking my time, I gathered up my things, took a shower, and then headed down to the main casino area of the MGM Grand. With all the crazy moths flying around in the place I was staying, I figured I would be better off over at the Tropicana. The convention was there, my friends where there, the bar was there, and it was only $45 for the one night.

Rachel and I agreed to meet up at the Lion exhibit downstairs by the entrance, so that I would have something to do while she lollygagged her way over. While I was waiting, I sat on the floor, and decided to play with my new phone. Since I just got it yesterday, it needed a lot of work done to it, and knowing Rachel, I would have the time.

I sat down next to the Lion exhibit and started to hack away at it. I had already downloaded all the software that I would need the night before, so it was going to be a pretty straightforward process. Once I had it setup so I could connect my computer to the internet through the phone, so I was able to download everything else that I needed. I love technology =)

After sitting around for about 45 minutes, and listening to the recorded "tour" of the lion thing about 10 times, I was getting antsy and hungry. Where the hell was she? It's a 5 minute walk across the street to get here... did she get lost, or fall back asleep? Finally, I saw her and Norm coming down the escalator.

Me: "Where the hell were you?"
Rachel: "I got sucked into playing Deal or No Deal"
Me: "You were playing a slot machine?"
Norm: "She really wanted to get the case thing"
Me: "FOOD!"
Rachel: "Shush! I won $250, so lunch is on me =)"
Me:

We meandered around the casino trying to find the buffet. The inside of a casino is worse than a hall of mirrors. Damn near impossible to find anything (especially the exit). When we discovered the entrance to the buffet, Rachel plopped down some of her winnings for us (go Rachel!) and we proceeded inside like a bunch of Mongols descending on a defenseless Tibetan village about to be raped and pillaged. I have no recollection of the process of collecting the food, I was on auto-pilot. From my college years, I have mastered the skills of how to take full advantage of a buffet. I'm a master stacker and drink very little. See, they think they're being crafty by giving you smaller plates. I know how to stack the shit out of some food. Pasta on top of rotisserie chicken? Good. Jello on top of macaroni? Bad. It's a skill.

After hitting up the buffet for the third time, and fighting off the food coma that was slipping around us, we waddled out of there and back to the Tropicana. I hadn't seen the sun in about 3 days, so when I opened the exit door and had a blast of 98 degree desert sunshine in my face, I shrieked and cowered back inside to find my sunglasses. They have the super-tinting on the windows to trick you that it's not that bright outside. Not a cool move.

On to the Tropicana to check in. I wasn't going to be spending another night with my moth brethren. I got my room keys and headed upstairs to drop off my stuff. The rooms at the Tropicana are just what you would expect a tacky old-ass Vegas casino to be like. There was even a bamboo framed mirror on the ceiling! Haha! But<