Our Thursday night flight to Vegas got off to a rocky start. This loud annoying lady named Nancy was on our flight, and spent the entire time taking pictures and screaming. She was turning 30, but she should have focused on turning into a normal person. I was looking over my shoulder the entire time, hoping Nancy wasn't in our hotel, or dancing in our clubs. That's what we get for taking blasted Southwest.
After a late-night dinner on Thursday, we slept in on Friday morning, and then got up to shop and eat at the Venetian.
No stop in Vegas is complete without a stop in at Thomas Keller's Bouchon bakery. Nummy-nummy.
While I would never wish Celiac on anyone, I'm always pleased to go out with Mallory, because she can't eat wheat either. We were *very* impressed with the delicious crab risotto we got to share.
What crazy antics did we get up to? Not many. But Jo-Jo the Bridie and I did eat some cookies in bed. And by "eating cookies in bed" I mean Jo-Jo got to eat a cookie, and I got to suck out the tasty innards of a peanut butter cookie and leave the carcass behind.
The Palazzo was fabulous. I love how I look all gigantic next to Claudette. She's tiny--so tiny, in fact, that a guy once didn't see her because one of us was standing in front of her. Funny stuff.
Had dinner at Cheeseburger in Vegas (not as exciting as Cheeseburger in Paradise) and got a delicious fruity drink.
We discovered a great trick a few years back. Club promoters hang out in popular places and have free VIP passes for all of the best clubs. You tip them, but it's always less than the price of one admission for the club. We got stacks of the passes for all the nights for everyone, including admission to the Oakenfold show on Saturday night. We have never, ever paid to get into a club. Better yet, we're always on the VIP list, and get walked right to the front of the line. Because, at the end of the day, clubs should pay us to come and dance, not the other way around.
With just one of our VIP passes
With another pass...
Jo-Jo on the dance floor, getting down before tying the knot. We were right about the veil--it attracted all sorts of attention, good and bad. Good because fun people were always talking to us and wishing her well. Bad because lame people were telling her not to go through with it. I suppose that's what you get for wearing a veil and sash.
DJ AM was spinning at Rain. We liked the music, but the people weren't really our scene. We bounced from club to club all night long.
This is the end result. 4, count them, 4 stamps and wristbands from 4 different clubs.
Ugh...sore feet. A hot bath and some giggling girls makes it all better.
We rolled into bed at an early 4:30 am..
The next morning, we had brunch at the Wynn. We never ate breakfast, unless it was 2 am from the night before. I had the lobster benedict--tasty!
After brunch, we did some shopping
And got makeovers at Neiman Marcus
After shopping, we got ready for our helicopter ride. It was really fun--worth doing once. The view of the strip is cool.
Then onto another night of dancing. Oakie was spinning from 10-4. We were going to dip in for a few minutes, but ended up shutting down the club...at 4:30. Then onto breakfast with Claudette--wakey wakey eggs and bacey!
We thought 4:30 was late the night before...until we rolled into bed at 6am!
The next day, we hung out by the pool, took naps, and then got ready for one last night out on the town. We went to the new club at Encore and never left.
We snagged an outdoor cabana and hung out there dancing in our own private villa. It was awesome.
Re-fueling with Diet Coke. Cheers!
I don't have a photo of when we went to bed because we never did. We pulled a true all-nighter and stayed out all night, and then went back to the hotel to pack and grab a cab. I did not feel all that great at noon today, let me just tell you. Which is why I am going to bed right now.
Here's to another great girl's weekend in Vegas. I love you ladies. I hope we all lost weight from 6 hours of dancing 3 nights in a row. That should make the weight loss race far more interesting. I know I'm not going to be the fat bridesmaid. Good luck to those who aren't on the dance diet!
