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| - So my friend gets a message from a friend of hers who lives/bartends in Las Vegas. "Hey, if you and your friends want to come to this party I'm going to, you're more than welcome!"
"We've already got plans, but thanks!," she replies when in reality we didn't have plans other than visiting M&M World. Yes, we chose M&M World over a party that no doubt hosted copious amounts of body glitter, waxed man boobs and 2% body fat. In our defense, like many people, we'd overstayed our visit in Vegas by that critical one extra day and wanted nothing more than chocolate, air conditioning, and a place where we didn't have to hear "WOOOOOOOO! VEEEEEEEGAAAAAAAAS! WOOOOOO!" every four seconds.
M&M World is four floors of every Marshall Mathers tchotchke and souvenir. M&M dispenser shaped like M&Ms? They've got 90 of them. M&M pen and paper set with erasers shaped like M&Ms? Yep. Anal beads shaped like M&Ms? OK, I didn't see any of those, but I also didn't ask.
They also have, you guessed it, M&Ms for sale by the bulk. Pick and choose your faves. Preztel M&Ms, Coconut M&Ms, peanut butter. They also have them organized by color for the OCD kid in you! You might balk at the $12.99/pound price, but honestly, a pound of M&Ms is a friggin' lot of candy.
There's other stuff. There's a 3D movie (that we skipped.) There's a NASCAR car on the fourth floor. There was line dancing performed by the staff and a dancing M&M which I'm sure is a scene straight out of a bad Hunter S. Thompson trip. Most importantly, though, there's a Bank of America ATM (for those who don't want to drop the $5 ATM charge in the casinos) and a relatively disease free water fountain next to it since we are in the desert, y'know.
It wasn't more than a 20 minute visit, but hey, it was a nice diversion. And I didn't hear "WOOOOOO, VEGAS, BABY, VEGAS!" once while there.
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