Las Vegas

This weekend, I took one of the greatest trips of my life. How we didnt think that it was a good idea to do this before now is beyond me, but it was amazing. We left Boulder Thursday night and had an interesting run in when we got to Grand Junction. Of course we took the most difficult route possible to find food. After a good 20 minutes of trying, we almost decided on a place called Weinerschnitzle, until of course we saw the pictures on the drivethrough menu, then we booked ass out of there as fast as possible. Luckily, we found a Village Inn about 2 seconds down the road. Total redemption for our almost Weinerschnitzle mistake. Something creepy about Grand Junction: we saw 4+ old ladies walking around with carts/bags alone, at 1am. Weird, and unneccessary. We finished up the drive in Green River, Utah. Nice little Holiday Inn Express, although the sheets felt extremely worn, and kind of gross. Sleep was needed, so we got over it pretty fast. The next morning we hit the road and passed through canyon lands. Beautiful!

We made it to Vegas around 1pm, and went straight to the Fashion Show Mall. Stupid name, great stores. I guess it all evens out. We got some good jewelry, some coffee, and then we were able to check in at THE FLAMINGO! Great deal, great location, and a lot of pink. What girl could resist? Jenny had never been to Vegas, so we did our lap around the strip, and got the giant Eiffel Tower margaritas from the Paris Hotel. Delicious, yet total gut bombs. After about half we felt like death and had to dump them out. We saw the strip and thought dinner would be wise...umm not when the portions are 4x larger than a normal portion. We powered through, and to the room to go out. With the help of our giant champagne bottle, we got the night going and headed to The Bank in the Bellagio. Almost immediately we were creeped on by some guys that didnt understand what we were doing when we continuously inched away from them. Surprise, maybe we wanted a girls weekend, and didnt want to be humped across the dance floor. Soon after, we were invited to join some men who had a table reservation and bottle service. Of course we were going to join them. Free drinks in Vegas will save you near $100/night! We got our dance on for a while, the headed out and had a little playtime in the Bellagio garden. Jenny had never seen it, so we had too! Of course we ended up licking the Liberty Bell. Who wouldnt?If I knew how to rotate the picture, I would. Sorry.

To continue our evening, we met some French men on the moving sidewalk, and they convinced us to come and check out The Cosmopolitan. The Cosmopollitan is beautiful, with crystals hanging everywhere. Its like a magical wonderland. But lo and behold who did we see there? JOHNNY DRAMA! I heard that familiar voice and looked around. And there he was! I started yelling, "Jenny! Jenny! Hurry up! Its JOHNNY DRAMA!" It took her a minute to realize what was happening, and then she saw him too. Now, we kept our distance because we arent much of celeb chasers. But Drama is only the second best character on Entourage (a mon avis), second only to the great Ari Gold. The rest of the night is a bit blurry, but I dont think we stayed out too late, because Jenny lost her feet and we werent about to send her back to the hotel alone.

The next morning: Death Hangover

But, we did go the The Sugar Factory for breakfast and it helped a bit. Probably my favorite restaurant in Vegas. But really, $22 for a lolipop with a bedazzled stick...Really? I dont care about Kim Kardashian, therefore, I dont care if she has a picture of herself eating one of the lolipops. The Flamingo pool could be better. The amount of lounge chairs was a bit pathetic. We ended up paying  $20/chair to sit, with no view, no eye candy, and the smell of vommit. Do you think that helped the hangovers at all? NO. But the pool was refreshing, and it was nice to have some time in the sun, so we stuck it out until I felt like I would vom in the pool. Redemption by nap. Then we went and ate, and realized if we were going to make it to Chippendales on time we had better get our butts moving. For the speedy pregame, we made our signature drink of the trip, and now, forever because it was delish!

 Pink Flamingos:

Vodka, Gingerale, and splash of Cranberry Pomegranite Juice

(But only a small splash so you can get the lovely pink color)