Seriously, this getting older crap just isn't fair! Between Vegas hangover and fighting a cold, Monday was the first day I finally started to feel like myself again.
The Thursday morning we left I got up at 3am and A dropped me off on her way to work to catch my ride to the airport. Friday morning when I finally crawled in bed, I called her and she was up getting ready for work again. I had yet to go to sleep!
We danced and danced every night. There are no photos but the dried blisters on my feet tell a different tale. Fun, fun times! Those heels where so worth the pain.
The one thing about Vegas is there is never a reason to be bored. You don't even have to spend a lot. There's so much to see or just find a cool bar and hang out enjoying the DJ or band. The hotel gave us free tickets to the comedy show one night. I didn't gamble even 1 penny.
Hanging out with Little Elvis on The Strip.
Dueling pianos at NY-NY. They were great and I was crushing on the guy on the left all afternoon.
New York, New York skyline.
I got to meet MJ after the Legends Show at the Harrah. Good god I look like I've been awake 24 hours in this picture. Would you believe we went dancing after this?
Five years ago I rode the bull at Gilley's.
He was still there waiting but I left the riding up to others this time.
Instead I hung out on their saddle bar stools and enjoyed their awesome spicy Bloody Marys.
The gals of Crazy Girls outside the Rivera.
Friday evening we went downtown to Fremont Street for some old Vegas fun. It's like a big street party down there every night.
Buffet at the Golden Nugget.
We watched the show on the screen overhead. I met this great (and oddly soft-spoken) Gene Simmons look alike. Gene and I share the same quirky phobias. I think it's possible I'm a long lost daughter.
We rode the zip-line down the length of Fremont.
And no I did not eat here before or after climbing a 65 foot tower to zip-line. I only stopped to snap a quick photo.
There was a little girly office drama, but mostly I just tried to stay out of it and not let it color my experience. The only thing that would have made the trip better was if A had been there with me. When we landed in Minneapolis Sunday, all I could think was how happy I was to be home with her. I've said it before and I'll say it again: the best part of vacation for me is coming home.
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5 comments:
Ah, getting older is not what I thought it would be. I am wiser in the fact that I really know nothing. I do get tired now. I am always tired even without 3.5 days in Vegas.
It looks and sounds like you had so much fun! Thank you for sharing your time. (One can eat free is they are over 350 pounds? Good grief!)
Only Las Vegas. Jesus. I am so glad that place exists. I don't even have to go there for it to make me happy!
I'm glad you had a good time and boy howdy, are you one beautiful woman!
You said it all with that last sentence. I love coming home.
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p.s. Where do you keep your Little Elvis that you brought home. Is he house trained?
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Birdie-Good to hear from you lady.
Ms. Moon-you're making me blush!
Mark-A would have loved it if I brought little Elvis home but he was a colorful and unruly fella.
whew! I'm exhausted just reading about your Vegas trip!
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I've been to Vegas once...had a blast and came home, like you, exhausted. I think I only need one trip.
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