Monday morning we slept late because we’d been out to the small hours at the bar downstairs in our hotel, which was having a gay night. Feeling a little worse for wear, and definitely in need of more sleep, we decided it would be a good idea to go for a buffet at Caesar’s Palace. Glen had seen an advert for this buffet – Bacchanal – a couple of years ago as it featured contemporary dancers dancing around the restaurant.
We left the hotel at about 10am and walked down the road to the Forum Shops, the shopping precinct that’s attached to Caesar’s Palace. We took photos of the sculptures and the interior, as well as the fountains, before finally finding the buffet. We walked for miles! And then we had to queue.
Glen was keen to get there before 11am so we could try the breakfast selections. We arrived at 10:15 or so, and queued up for about half an hour. We were charged the breakfast rate as it was before 11am, and therefore saved $30 as the price goes up for the lunch menu. This was even though we were seated only about ten minutes before 11. There wasn’t much of a breakfast selection left unfortunately.
There was a wide selection of other food, however, including a seafood station, carvery, Italian, Mexican, Japanese, Pan-Asian, and a massive dessert section. I ate quite a lot, finding a few things that I liked, and then taking a couple of trips to the desserts. I haven’t been to the gym in five days and this buffet definitely did not help matters. Perhaps I should have found a gym after all.
Glen wasn’t feeling so well – he had a bad headache – so we didn’t stay all that long, and instead headed back to the hotel for a nap. A friend of mine from Perth called Lidio is now living in Las Vegas so we caught up with him for a drink downstairs in the hotel. He’s doing a Masters and a PhD in Kinesiology and it sounds like a lot of work. Was good to see him.
In the afternoon, Cam arrived (finally. His flight had been delayed for four hours). In the evening we walked down to Bellagio to watch the water fountains do their thing to Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean. We then went for dinner at California Pizza Kitchen in the hotel before heading up to our rooms for an earlyish night. I know, a sacrilege in Las Vegas but there was no way I could stay awake past 9:30.