again.

Dinner last night at the Mon Ami Gabi chain of restaurants, gazpacho and an endive salad with a lovely view of the Bellagio watershow. I'm starting to figure this Vegas thing out.

I really, really wasn't feeling the run this morning. By the Venetian, I wanted out. Instead, I made up a game- yellow sprints. All the newspaper boxes and fire hydrants are yellow, and I ran between them. It was fun. At NYNY a runner sprinted out of the casino and the two of us were nearly hit by a car. We got to chatting, he had a Badwater tattoo on his shoulder. Too bad I had to ditch him at the next resort down, I wanted to hear more.

Home tonight. Yay.