What Happens In A 27-Hour Trip To Vegas, Part 2.

Okie doke. When we last spoke, I had been thoroughly embarrassing myself at the divine Bacchanal buffet at Caesar’s Palace. (Listen, if they’re gonna give you weird looks, then they shouldn’t have the words “all you can eat” in the darned description.) So what did we do after breakfast on our first and only morning in Las Vegas?

las vegas flamingoes

Does this girl look tired? She is. But in a totally different way than she’s been tired in the past six years.
(In other news: flamingoes! At the Flamingo Hotel!)

 

las vegas chapel

I asked P.J. if we could get an annulment on the grounds that
we hadn’t been properly married in a Las Vegas chapel. He said no. (AGAIN.)
Because apparently that’s not a legit Catholic thing to say or do.

 

pop pin las vegas

Pop Pin, meet Paris.

 

las vegas golden goddess

So, this game was called the Golden Goddess and I spent a little bit too much time getting to know her. At one point I was up a crazy amount (of pennies) and then I lost pretty much all of it. Fun fact: I am not usually Oompa Loompa orange.
Another fun fact: I cannot tell you what time of day or night it is in this picture.)

 

las vegas golden goddess ten cents

This is what the Golden Goddess left me. Ten cents. GO AHEAD AND MOCK, P.J.

 

las vegas street performer

This chick was just sort of levitating as I walked past, contemplating where to eat my next unwisely large meal. (This photo acts as a placeholder for all of the street performers we saw, including Cookie Monster, a guy with giraffe balloon animals on his head, and a weirdly threatening Spiderman.

 

las vegas starbucks

Yes, I know it’s a Starbucks sign. Still wanna paint it on my kitchen wall.

 

las vegas ceiling

This was the ceiling of the Bellagio, complete with 2k square feet of blown glass flowers. And BOY, if you thought P.J. said no to the my house upgrades BEFORE…

 

las vegas panorama bellagio

Forgive the pano. It’s just that it was getting dusky and the Bellagio fountains
were starting and I was feeling all Ocean’s Eleven…

 

las vegas dollar

P.J.’s Mom gave him this dollar to gamble. We totally lost one hundred percent of that dollar.
(Sorry, Nat Nat.)

 

las vegas dinner

We had dinner at Mon Ami Gabi, at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower. It just happened to have a terrace with a view of
the Bellagio fountains and we just happened to score a table right next to the street which, if you know me and my
intense love of sitting in cafe windows, THIS IS A GAZILLION TIMES BETTER.

 

las vegas dinner2

P.J., show the nice people your steak frites.

 

las vegas panorama dinner

Pano from the terrace. I really need to be stopped.

 

las vegas yellow submarine

One final surprise before we jetted back to the airport: Cirque du Soleil’s (and the Beatles’) LOVE at The Mirage! So obviously I had to get Jasper this lunchbox.

 

las vegas love

Holy moly, this show was a religious experience.

 

las vegas love 2

At one point we were actually gripping each other (okay, maybe it was a little one-sided)
at the artistry and music and performers and fearlessness and and and…

 

las vegas love3

Thanks for ruining my awesome shot, Guy With The Random Hand.
We both agreed that LOVE broke our eyeballs and we were incapable of looking at anything else until we landed back in Chicago. The fact that our flight was at 1:30am might’ve had something to do with it, too.

Thanks for the quickie, Vegas. We’ll see you soon.

After we sleep this one off.

It may take a bit.

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