last night we decided to hit up one of the restaurants in the ginormous hotel where we're staying. it was pretty early for dinner, but still being on eastern time, we were starving. there were few people in the mandarin restaurant and those that were there, were alone. the overhead music was a radio station that had waves of static that cut in and out. looking around at the lone diners, bad lighting, and somber atmosphere was quite depressing...but leave it to michele to stick some chopsticks up her nostrils and then fun ensued.