It's the final hurdle in Sin City, and although the party spirit is still buzzing strong, everyone is starting to look a little puffy eyed, tired and emotional. So much so that, after a mid-week Mexican feast, we do the unthinkable. We all go back to the hotel and have a quiet one. A quiet one! In Vegas! I know. Buy entirely justifiable considering that we've been laying in the sun all day, drinking cocktails and are more than a little dehydrated.
So after a solid 8 hours (and a few episodes of Khloe and Lamar...), everyone is on form for the next few days.
In no particular order (because I can't actually recall the order...), we spend out remaining few days in Vegas 1. 1. Shopping. Of course! We hit up the outlet malls, but as I am essentially a pauper, I don't indulge. Shame, as I could have gone wild with the plastic. Next time...
2. Trying not to have panic attacks whilst riding the rollercoasters at New York New York. HILARIOUS doesn't even cover it. Mascara-massacre on my face when we get off, and everyone look more than a little windswept. My single recollection of this is repeatedly shouting "sweet jesus" as I think of every story I've ever heard about fairground rides that malfunction, killing everyone. Thankfully, all's well that ends well. Phewf.
3. Eating a very fancy meal at the Prime Steakhouse in the Bellagio. It's a fab meal, and the price definitely reflects this. Bill for 10... £1300. Just like that. Worth it for a nice meal though. Just means I am living on water and digestive biscuits for a few days.
4. A BIG night out at XS nightclub at the Wynn. Ends in relative success (for me, as least) and the hot model I meet there. And yes Stu - he was a model. And a pilot/doctor/peace envoy. RIGHT!
5. A limo ride round the strip, to the Vegas sign and to Old Las Vegas (Fremont Street). Our final night, with everyone there and on top form. Lots of gambling, a zip line across Fremont Street and an almost-marriage. Ok, so not quite. But what could have been.... We stop off at the Little White Wedding Chapel, and decide that someone needs to get hitched. So well-oiled by Becca's LETHAL cocktails, I agree. And believe it or not, there is an (almost) willing participant. Sadly, the lack of marriage licence (and girlfriend of willing participant) throws a spanner in the works. There goes my chance of a happily ever after....
6. A delicious brunch at Paris Hotel, in the brasserie there. Champagne cocktails, moules marinieres, eggs benedict....Perfection. And topped off with a wander around Venice (designer shops galore..!) and a ride on the Gondolas. Having been to actual Venice, I can honestly say that Las Vegas Venice isn't too shabby an imitation. In fact the only things that aren't quite right? Well, Las Vegas Venice smells better, and is infinitely cleaner than Italian Venice. Not a bad complaint really...!
So, everyone gets ready to leave Las Vegas, and its pretty bittersweet, but we are alreayd
So after a solid 8 hours (and a few episodes of Khloe and Lamar...), everyone is on form for the next few days.
In no particular order (because I can't actually recall the order...), we spend out remaining few days in Vegas 1. 1. Shopping. Of course! We hit up the outlet malls, but as I am essentially a pauper, I don't indulge. Shame, as I could have gone wild with the plastic. Next time...
2. Trying not to have panic attacks whilst riding the rollercoasters at New York New York. HILARIOUS doesn't even cover it. Mascara-massacre on my face when we get off, and everyone look more than a little windswept. My single recollection of this is repeatedly shouting "sweet jesus" as I think of every story I've ever heard about fairground rides that malfunction, killing everyone. Thankfully, all's well that ends well. Phewf.
3. Eating a very fancy meal at the Prime Steakhouse in the Bellagio. It's a fab meal, and the price definitely reflects this. Bill for 10... £1300. Just like that. Worth it for a nice meal though. Just means I am living on water and digestive biscuits for a few days.
4. A BIG night out at XS nightclub at the Wynn. Ends in relative success (for me, as least) and the hot model I meet there. And yes Stu - he was a model. And a pilot/doctor/peace envoy. RIGHT!
5. A limo ride round the strip, to the Vegas sign and to Old Las Vegas (Fremont Street). Our final night, with everyone there and on top form. Lots of gambling, a zip line across Fremont Street and an almost-marriage. Ok, so not quite. But what could have been.... We stop off at the Little White Wedding Chapel, and decide that someone needs to get hitched. So well-oiled by Becca's LETHAL cocktails, I agree. And believe it or not, there is an (almost) willing participant. Sadly, the lack of marriage licence (and girlfriend of willing participant) throws a spanner in the works. There goes my chance of a happily ever after....
6. A delicious brunch at Paris Hotel, in the brasserie there. Champagne cocktails, moules marinieres, eggs benedict....Perfection. And topped off with a wander around Venice (designer shops galore..!) and a ride on the Gondolas. Having been to actual Venice, I can honestly say that Las Vegas Venice isn't too shabby an imitation. In fact the only things that aren't quite right? Well, Las Vegas Venice smells better, and is infinitely cleaner than Italian Venice. Not a bad complaint really...!
So, everyone gets ready to leave Las Vegas, and its pretty bittersweet, but we are alreayd
