I don’t gamble, blow is out, and at this point in my life, I would be embarrassed to walk into a strip club. Plus, I bet a Vegas stripper could empty out a rube like me in no time, and leave my credit cards smoking on the floor. I have been sick, so I took a Day-Quil induced walk around the Strip. This is like Disneyland if Walt had been a degenerate obsessed with hedonism instead of a square obsessed with children’s entertainment.
I had a beer and watched a 90s alt-rock cover band at an outdoor Irish pub. Then I came back to the MGM Grand for dinner at the fancy steakhouse.
You see, I will not drop $600 in the VIP room of a Vegas strip club, and I won’t lose my income gambling. However, they have killer steakhouse here, and I am willing to spend for a good meal.
But first a drink! This is a “double barrel,” recommended by Michael the friendly bartender. It is a fantastic $17 whiskey based cocktail. I wonder what is on the menu?
Jesus H Christ. I never knew there was such a thing as a $275 steak. Fuck. I bet it is good. But I just paid that for a fucking 5MGE cylinder head that will be unbroken after I am dead. Not to be gross, but that steak will be out of my life by tomorrow mornings. Nope. Too many car projects.
So I ordered the “regular” filet. Sorry, Japan, I will spend money on your old cars before spending it on your beef.