There was a hairdresser convention going on at the Mandalay. You can’t see any in this photo. Mostly the stylists were wearing all back with bright maroon hair. One or two had black hair to match their outfits. They were easy to pick out because the sluttily attired girls (who really aren’t sluts) were all still sleeping off their Tequila Sunrises and the mom’s from Minnesota were pushing strollers.
The headless Lenin statue outside the Red Square kinda scared me. Not because it was headless, but because it was so large. I never did get to see the bar made mostly of ice. Things like that are never as impressive as your imagination.