Well thankfully my husband finally let me eat breakfast in bed, which was rather delicious.
So today is shark reef day, after of course a few games at the slots....
I mean look at him, he's sooo happy, wouldn't mind but he lost.
Ok so when I eventually managed to drag him away from the slots we went over to see the sharks, wow this was fun, although I didn't get many shots of the sharks, the tanks were a bit hazy, the paranha fish were cool, jesus those mothers look vicious.
So here's one of me in front of the jellyfish tank, don't you think they're cool? 
They just looked so surreal, especially with that blue neon light shining throughout the tank, loved it.
The sharks were pretty cool, although I was hoping for a great white, hey I'm a dreamer, I don't live in the real world like other people.
So this afternoon we walked around some more, took more pics, laughed at all the crazy people, and just hung out some more in the casino's....
You've got to love these fountains at the Bellagio, they're sooo beautiful and it's taken a serious computer program to do that...wow!!
So tonight we met up with Scott, Karen and Roger who are Candy's bosses and to be honest I wish they were mine. They are like the best bosses I've EVER seen, such a riot, Roger just cracks me up, he's like a teenager, just a blast. Also Heather who is part of the team just makes me laugh, she also frightens the crap out of me as well, but that's cool, she's the on the right, there's Alison in the middle and crazy mad Karen on the left. Actually we're here because of Karen really, when Candy mentioned us going she said yes...how lovely is that? 
And they said Americans would piss us off, my god Americans are seriously generous people, you wouldn't get so much of that in Manchester, they'll piss on you, but only if your on fire...
Oh I'm in trouble for that one...
So like I was saying we all met up at Olives, there's was like 20 of us I think, and no I didn't get to meet them all that night, just really Roger, Heath, Karen (but know her already from the football game in Philadelphia, yes another fab thing that she invited us to), Scott and Al, who is Candy's immediate boss 
and also another very funny, mad man. He was making me laugh telling us about his and Heather's flight and the fact that the aircraft was jam packed with people over the age of 80 and the fact that they kept farting and talking and that they smelled of moth balls...you can imagine huh?
Oh yeah Al has a thing for women in plastic shoes, so come on girls, you know who you are, so fess up....
So all of the Fox people were going to see the Blue Man Group afterwards. Candy had told us to get tickets but we hadn't bothered. Anyway Karen had two extra, so she gave them to us. Yet again, major generosity....HEELLLOOO, can I please come work for Fox? go on, you know you want me?
So we went to see the Blue Man Group, which, if I was honest, I'd never fancied seeing, but OH MY GOD they were fantastic, like seriously surreal and dead cool. Some of the sketches ran a bit too long for me, but on the whole they were brilliant, I was really pleased that we'd gone.
Afterwards we all went back to the Paris but I was tired, especially from last night, so sat at the Roulette table and watched Candy and Morpheus lose all their money. Actually Roger was up by about $500 I heard at one point, I think he was playing craps, clearly a man to be hanging around with, but I couldn't find him. Also Al and Scott were sat at a table near us, not sure how they were doing.
Candy eventually left, then Morpheus gave me some chips to lose with really so we could get the hell out of there and head back to our room to eat fried chicken, but wouldn't you know it, I started to win and ended up winning a few hundred for him, which I'm glad to say he split with me, good boy that he is.
And yes we did eat more when we got home, hey come on, we'd eaten at 5 tonight so that we had plenty of time to eat, slurp and watch the Blue Man Group, so by 1am we were hungry again. But yeah kind of nasty to eat chicken in bed, pigs that we are...
