Friday, July 29, 2011

Ten Years in Vegas

Hello, readers!  Anyone else knocked up yet?  No?  Good...or just give it a few days.  Whichever you want.

I just got back from Las Vegas yesterday after spending three nights there with the hubby in celebration of our ten-year wedding anniversary. 

Ten years boyyyyyyyyiiiieeee!

Although the trip probably qualified more as a mini-break than a full-blown vacation, I can tell you that three days in Vegas is exactly enough time to lose all the money you brought and to leave feeling icky.  Which is not to say that I didn't have a great time--it's just hard to keep up with the City of Sin for much longer than we did.

We got a great deal on a room at Aria, which we both loved!  It's a newer hotel, and the casino, restaurants, and rooms are awesome there.  When we arrived, the front desk guy upgraded us to a higher floor with a city view because we were celebrating our anniversary, and they later delivered us a sweet little treat to our room:

It may have to be my anniversary every time I go back.

It was hard to get a good self-portrait of the view.

It was so sparkly!

Even the walls were fancy!

We went to see two shows while in town:  Phantom (the Las Vegas experience!) and Peepshow with Holly Madison. 

Even though I'm a huge musical theater fan, I actually preferred the burlesque performances in Peepshow to the pared-down and glitzed-up Phantom.  Maybe it's because I've seen Phantom of the Opera three times already, but even sitting third row center didn't keep me from yawning halfway through.  Maybe I just wasn't in the mood?  The pyrotechnics were blinding, and the guy who played Phantom was really just kind of "meh" that night.  Maybe he was having an off night...gonna give him the benefit of the doubt since he's been at it for like five years now.

Peepshow, on the other hand, was thoroughly entertaining!  Yes, there were plenty of boobs to be seen, but the singing  and dancing were the highlights.  At one point, I was laughing so hard that the muscles in my cheeks started burning.  Holly Madison is gorgeous, and much shorter and sweeter-looking than I would have imagined her to be.  She does have one solo, and while she's not a great singer, the number is perfectly suited to her.  When The Hubby and I left, we both agreed that it had been our favorite Vegas show we'd ever seen.

Sensible shoes--but no visible bruises!
My legs were still pretty badly bruised and a bit swollen, but I was saved by Sally Hansen Airbrush Legs leg makeup.  Although it didn't cover completely, the bruises looked faded enough so that I didn't feel self-conscious at all.  The spray also gives a nice shimmery finish and stays on ALL FREAKIN' DAY.  In fact, I would venture to say that it would stay on for days and days, until you scrub it off with soap and a washcloth.  This stuff is awesome.  I even went swimming and it stayed on.  Seriously.  If you need to cover up anything on your legs, get it. 

My poor broken toe held up pretty well.  While still swollen and a little painful, I was able to walk around on it in less-than-ideal shoes.  Would I have rather worn cuter shoes?  Yes.  Were my feet happy that I didn't wear six-inch heels for the mile walk to the Venetian?  Bigger yes.  In the end, it was probably to my advantage that I couldn't wear the super-uncomfortable, sexy shoes.

I thought that I really loved roulette--until it took all of my money.  My number never hit even once (as The Hubby put it, "maybe 18 isn't actually your lucky number").  I've heard it said that roulette is the worst-odds in Vegas, but I can usually play for at least an hour on $50 before I walk away a winner-winner-chicken-dinner.  Not this time.  By the time all my money was gone  (which didn't take long, I'll tell ya!) I was feeling kind of bitter and sad. 

Me before the bitterness set in.  Ah, I used to be so hopeful.

Buying two adorable retro-style dresses from the Bettie Page Store definitely helped to lift my mood!

Another highlight?  The FOOD.  When we used to live in Santa Monica, I worked at Sushi Roku, and I miss it dearly.  Luckily, there is a Sushi Roku in Caesars Palace, so we visited it twice in our three days.  It was worth the [hot, sweaty, foot-blistering] walk.

Eel avocado roll, masago sushi, and a red sun roll.  Come to mama.
Happiness is Sushi Roku sushi in my belly!

Tuna tataki.  If you're ever near a Sushi Roku, go in and order this.  BEST DISH EVER.

One of the only negative things about this trip was that I was constantly exhausted.  I've found, now that I'm a mom, I have a really hard time sleeping when I'm away from The Kid.  I couldn't even nap.  Also, every time we passed a child the same age as mine (which was surprisingly often), I got a little teary-eyed.  Though it made sense for us to take this vacation alone, The Hubby and I are both in agreement that from now on, The Kid stays in the picture when it comes to trips. 

Even though we left Vegas poor and exhausted (at 6AM), and The Hubby and I didn't get to sit together on the way there or the way back (just assign seats already, Southwest!), the trip was a lot of fun, and very memorable.  I'd do it all over again, but maybe next time I'd stay away from the roulette and gravitate towards a classier slot machine.  Maybe something with "cougars" on it, and little lipsticks and matchbooks.   Maybe something like this:

...Or maybe I'll just save myself the heartbreak and take my gambling money shopping.  Whichever.
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