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We're supposed to be meeting Kelly for lunch in two hours down on the Strip. I think the plan is to go to Red Square, where I haven't eaten before, but they have Lenin's head in the vodka freezer.
I'm sleepy.
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I never understood the attraction of the worm in tequila, either.
Does the head lend some subtle 'commie' savor to the vodka?
I think I'd like a nice port with Jeremy Bentham's head in it, though.
I must report that the Irish pub we repaired to for the actual foodiness was infinitely superior to Red Square. Apparently the Mandalay Bay management's idea of Russian cuisine begins with Chicken Kiev and ends with Beef Stroganoff. *g*