What Happens In Vegas

4 Jul

Anna and I returned from Las Vegas one week ago. Now that I’ve caught up on some sleep and I’ve stuffed myself with vegetables and water — two things I had little of that weekend — it’s time to give a brief recount of some of the trip’s highlights.

So, here we go:


8:30 p.m.: We arrived at the Monte Carlo hotel, only to wonder why everyone was wearing underwear, glitter and angel wings. Quickly found out that they — along with roughly 250,000 others — were in town for a weekend-long rave, which made catching a cab impossible for the next two days. Thus began our stint of riding in town cars and limos. Not cheap. Very fun.

10:30 p.m.: Devoured an amazing Italian dinner at Lavo. Anna had the special pizza and I had spaghetti and meatballs. These meatballs were made of kobe beef. These meatballs were incredible. I polished off the entire dish, which was not small. When Antonio, our server, came to clear it, he took one look at my empty plate and said, “Wow, that’s impressive.”

Sometime in the wee hours of Saturday morning: Left Marquee, a club in the Cosmopolitan Hotel, to hit Bond, a bar in the same hotel. Anna had heard that the Smalltown DJs — two awesome DJs from Calgary, Mike Grimes and Pete Emes — were going to be playing there. They were fantastic. And friendly — here we are in their booth:


Day: Pool, pool, pool.

10:30 p.m.: I know there’s a cab in this picture, but the 100 people who were waiting for it are not. Limo, please.

One handy limo ride later, we arrived for dinner at Bouchon Bistro at the Venetian, which we loved. The restaurant has a cool vibe and our entrees were so tasty. Anna had chicken and I had lamb:

11:30 p.m.: We grabbed seats at a $25-minimum blackjack table. Apparently, riding around in town cars and limos for two days makes you think you’re a high-roller.

11:37 p.m.: We left the blackjack table with 50 fewer dollars.

Midnight: Dancing at a packed Tao, where we met up with two girlfriends who were also in town. Managed to stick with them for a solid 10 minutes before being split apart in the crowd.

5 a.m.: Ordered room service — burgers and fries. Anna was wise and ate only half of her burger. Not me. I ate my whole burger and all the fries and then proceeded to pass out. This did not make for an ideal stomach for Sunday’s Rehab pool party.


Noon: Arrived at the Hard Rock Hotel for Rehab. Ordered Rockstar Lemonades for “breakfast.” And “lunch” and “snacks,” too. I don’t know what’s in these drinks, but I’m pretty sure it’s not just lemonade.

Afternoon/early evening: Blur, blur, blur. (*See Rockstar Lemonades above.) After an average meal at the Hard Rock, we caught a cab ride with some randoms and ended up close to the Monte Carlo. But not close enough. Anna was not impressed with the walk we still had left:

7 p.m.: Held a dance party for VIPs in our room. VIPs in attendance: Anna and me.

11 p.m.: Arrived at Vanity, the Hard Rock’s latest club. Thanks to great music (a mix of hip hop and Top 40), an invite into VIP (this time, other VIPs were in attendance) and a cool crowd, Vanity was our favourite nightclub. This picture sums up the night there:

We flew home Monday night feeling like the trip was a huge success. (We were also very, very tired.) I hope we head back there soon.

Next time, though, we’ll make sure that Vegas isn’t hosting a massive dance party for people wearing underwear and angel wings.



2 Responses to “What Happens In Vegas”

  1. Liz @ Something To Chew On July 4, 2011 at 10:41 am #

    Looks like fun ladies!! I need to get my butt to Vegas!

    Haha I love Anna’s face after the walk back to the hotel 🙂

  2. deana July 6, 2011 at 2:01 pm #

    looks like a great trip! love the photos and the run down of each day. VIP only hotel room dance parties are the bee’s knees.

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