I still really do want to work for le Cirque du Soleil

Yesterday was nice. 6 more people have arrived. Just the sort of blithering idiots (Mr. and Mrs. BI with their son and his BI wife and their BI kid and cousin) you don't want around you. But still, they are RK's friends and must be tolerated.

After a leisurely nosh at breakfast at Cafe Bellagio by the Conservatory (seared pepper crusted ahi tuna on baby spinach and white bean ragout - quite mediocre, badly salted), I spent most of the day working. Which may sound like a drag but not with this view. Took a break to take the limo out to get kheema and zeera aloo with parathas from Gandhi and then back to writing damn specification documents. I'm tired of those. Any blithering idiot with half a brain can do those. Well maybe not this current crew.

Saw David Copperfield. Same show, same tricks as last time. He still does that funny thing with his unblinking eyes staring into the camera. Bloody good-looking chap too. His show is a little too theatrical for my taste but nice nonetheless. Those round tables are uncomfortable though.

And of course, we spent the entire evening and most of the night afterwards putting forth our own opinions on how the tricks were done. That gets old real fast. Would be nice to just enjoy a magic show.

A late night and a little lie in and it was back to damn specification documents at 7 this morning. Lovely sunrise over the mountains with the shadows of clouds falling on crags, slowly creeping up to the Strip, illuminating the blueness of the Bellagio fountain pond. Brilliant. Nothing like it.

Breakfast at the Cafe again (brioche french toast with orange butter, buttermilk pancakes with vanilla icecream) and back to work. Mrs. RK landed in today so that was nice. One more person has also arrived. The party is now 13 people. Two more are expected on Friday and one more on Sunday.

So like, I don't know if you've seen O but you simply must. It's spectacular. It's changed a little since the last time I saw it but it is still breathtaking. I also don't think it's physically possible to bend those sorts of ways like the contortionists in the show. I also wish I could dive like that. My God the hours of back-breaking practice that must go into that show. And they play 10 shows a week. Deserve a standing ovation just for that.

Have just had to go downstairs to the VIP Lounge to get Mrs. Blithering Idiot up to the suite since she does not have a key card to access the super fast (and I do mean fast) lifts to the VIP floor. Waited 5 minutes which is about 5 minutes more than I wanted to and then rang the room only to be told that she had already arrived. Stupid people were just going to let me wait until I was fed up. Yes, I know I would have eventually figured it out but still. It's not courteous to keep people waiting. Stupid idiots.

Can you tell I don't like them? Stupid incompetent mindless fucks.

I'm actually not even in a bad mood, mind you.

Now Mr. and Mrs. BI and RK and Pops are hanging out in the living room, snorting whiskey (except for Mrs. BI of course 'cuz women, especially Indian women, don't drink whiskey I was told. I wanted to laugh at that. Derisively. Out loud too. But I didn't. I just made myself a whiskey and tottled off to the bedroom under pretext of work. Stupid morons are now talking very loudly and disturbing the peace. Should open the window and throw them 32 floors to their death. That'll teach 'em.

Yes, ok, I know, I'll stop.

In fact, I'm sleepy so I'll head to bed. Maybe I'll dream about running away to join the circus :)