Wednesday
Boarded a Frontier flight that will forever be known as “Frontier’s Meat Market Plane” because the entire crew was male…what are the odds? The flight attendants decided to flirt was us like a bunch of fourth graders and of course we obliged…we arrived in Vegas and after a quick stop at the liquor store hit the hotel where we find out the pool is closed. What tha? Its HOT in Vegas. No pool? Are you kidding? After I interrogated the desk clerk, I discovered the pool would re-open in 24 hours because the health department closed it after an “accident” read: #2. It brought whole new meaning to the phrase “dropping the kids off at the pool” and poop jokes ensued the whole weekend.
We kicked off our night out at Margaritaville, home of much fun from the last trip in Vegas. In honor of my celebration of Vegas diversity, we hung out with a bunch of crazy Canadians. After we ditched them, a bunch of crazy English dudes found us and became our Vegas buddies for the remainder of the trip.
Honestly, the rest of the night is a blur (not so much a drunken blur, but a Vegas blur…) and all I know is we emerged from the casino and it was daylight out. Myself, Mitzi and Maryanne had to take a moment to make sure we weren’t in Ceasars or the Venetian where the sky is painted to look like daylight. Nope. Daylight it was. Oops.
Thursday
After a few hours sleep, I emerged to meet my friend Andrea for some In N Out burger…it was great to see her! We then hit the pool at Hooters (our neighbor hotel) because of the aforementioned poop incident. It was actually quite fun because they had a band and such…but it was also hooters so it was completely ghetto.
Our night out consisted of a fantastic dinner at N9NE steakhouse at the Palms. Talk about trendy. The Palms is home to pretty much the most beautiful people on the planet…Amber, Maryanne and I continued our night at Ghostbar (where we saw a bunch of crazy Jersey boys get kicked out for “dancing” which was hilarious because Ghostbar is a lounge and therefore dancing is prohibited) and Moon, which I think is my favorite club in Vegas now. Very cool. And they remixed my favorite song and Vegas code name “Hey There Delilah” into a dance hit. Awesome. We then jet-setted to the Rio to celebrity stalk but we were too late (seriously, talk about missed opportunities) but managed to run into the English boys and they took us bowling at Lucky Strike. Let me tell you how hot we looked in $16 man socks and our cute Palms party outfits.
Speaking of English guys…even though technically we speak the same language, there is a pretty large difference between “English” and “American.” One of them basically had to translate the whole time.
We did avoid getting shot at NYNY, although when I awoke on Friday to a million text messages asking if I did get shot…I was confused.
Friday
After another few hours of sleep, Friday yielded some walk around in the extreme heat time. At the M&M palace I put a three muskateers dark chocolate mint candy bar in my black purse and it was melted within 3 minutes of being outside. I froze it back at the hotel and it was delicious…hopefully it hits Colorado soon.
Friday night started at Stripper 101 class. I’ve got to give it up to strippers. Stripper polls are hard to navigate (I think this is the point my sister becomes totally impressed with me and this blog post, and takes away my visitation rights with Morgan). I also added to my vegas pizza diet with 3 chicken wings at hooters…classy.
Friday night meant Rum Jungle and NYNY’s awesome Piano bar. There was some crazy party drama that went down that night, but I’ll leave that to the “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” category.
Saturday
I basically slept all day Saturday and then went to Cirque’s Love show. It. Was. Awesome. I forget how awesome the Beatles music is. It was my first Cirque experience and a complete sensory overload. Maryanne (my hot date for the show) and I then managed to find some “ruffage” in the form of chicken salad and a side salad. The curse of Celine Dion struck again as “My Heart Will Go On” was once again the song playing at the Bellagio fountains (one of the most awesome places in America if you were to ask me).
7/7/07 was also “see a million brides” day in Vegas. I felt sorry for those women…none of them looked happy. They all had the same bouquet and basically 20 minutes to get married in the marriage factory. Their “receptions” were next to slot machines at places like the Planet Hollywood Casinos “Extra” lounge. I don’t get the superstition I guess!
We wandered the strip and made it home in time for a few more hours of sleep and a 5:30 wakeup call to the airport. I had a smoothie at the airport at my body almost went into shock from the fruit.
If you hear me say I’m going back to Vegas within the next 18 months, please handcuff me to a chair (unless, of course, its with the Bunko ladies for a Bunko tournament…). We had a good time…I wish we had a tv crew following us around so we could truly remember all of the awesome moments! I love the look I'm throwing in this picture too ;-)
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