Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?

15/07/2008

After we four hikers had showered and gotten a little rest out of the way, we headed over to the NEvada border and crossed into the land of legal casinos. Legal casinos have all you can eat buffets. (Are you seeign where this is going?) We went into Harrah's, took the elevator to the top floor in our laughably ugly town clothes, and went on a four hour eating binge. I didn't get a photo of it, but the waiter, whom we lovingly called Claus even though it wasn't his real name, brought us all two HUGE glasses of chocolate milk. I'm pretty sure that's what kept me from eating a sixth plate of food, but I don't feel too bad since those two glasses added up to about a half gallon of milk. With chocolate in it. Yowzers, I bet we were the only people in there to actually get our money's worth. Amazing.


Plate 1


Plate 2


Plate 3


Plate 4 (Thumbs down because I ate some food off of this one before remembering to take the photo.)


And why not finish with dessert? And a coffee? And a dinner roll for the walk home? I might go back tonight for a rematch. Haven't decided yet.

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