What happens in Vegas…gets spilled here.
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I had intentionally flew out on Saturday morning, knowing that I’d have 2 full days of me time, not having to worry about work, only to have a plane delay due to a broken air conditioner. They got everyone on board and then announced that we’d have to de-board and move to another plane. That’s when I found out that the CEO of my company had the same idea as I did and was on the same flight! I’m pretty sure she was trying to avoid everyone, but it was actually good to talk with her because she’s a very cool CEO and I got to give her my opinion on many things. Of course, I was trying very hard to be strategic about it, but it was a good chat. And luckily, the AC issue did not spoil the morning too much. We were only an hour delayed and once we made it to Vegas the weekend began!
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My first stop after checking into the hotel was to find a place to eat lunch. I also wanted to make sure I did a lot of walking as a form of exercise on this trip. Of course, Vegas in JULY is not super conducive to walking outside, so luckily there are a lot of connected buildings AND a lot of shopping to be done while you walk! After about a 20-minute walk I ended up at a very quiet (shock!) Italian restaurant that had a nice-looking bar with just a couple of people sitting there, but one of the bar patrons looked strangely familiar from the back…HUGE, curly red hair. Can you guess who I ended up sitting next to? Yes. Carrot Top. And I was thinking…there’s NO way that anyone will believe me that I’m having lunch by myself sitting next to Carrot Top having lunch by himself, so I was trying to figure out how to get a selfie with him in it without looking like some kind of douche. He was finishing up and about to pay when I noticed his amazingly BLINGY wallet, so I asked him about it. And he was thrilled that I asked and rambled on and on about how it was Swarovski and how they don’t make them anymore and how he needed a new one and is having one made and yada yada…and then I asked him if I could take a picture…of his WALLET! I sure did! And we chit chatted about the wallet and his awesome hair. Yes, I did. And then he introduced himself as Scott and said it was nice to meet me and to have a great time and I said likewise, and bye. And I ate my lunch. Fun way to start the weekend!
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Rest of the afternoon was spent walking some more and shopping, grabbing a glass of champagne here and there and people watching. You guys, to me this is bliss and almost meditative. Ended up stopping on the way back to the hotel to pick up bottles of water and a bottle of champers for my suite!
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Dinner at Momofuku was even blissier! This might have been my best meal of the whole week, but it’s a toss up between here and Jaleo. More on that to follow. What happened at Momofuku was I was seated at the Chef’s table and was waited on hand and foot by two bartenders, a sommelier, and other random folks from the restaurant who just stopped by to see how things were going. So friendly, so fun, so cute! I was not that hungry so I was only tasting a few things, but every little bite I put in my mouth was wonderful, from the spicy cucumber salad to the pork bun to the noodles. Delicious, fun food and fairly light. Then two dudes sat down next to me and we ended up talking and talking and laughing and I told them the Carrot Top story and they told me that they were in Vegas to celebrate one of the guy’s engagement and to have a good time, I guess. They asked me where I was planning on going next and I told them I was headed to the Mandarin Oriental Sky Bar because they just happen to have a Moet & Chandon Champagne vending machine, and they said that the Sky Bar just happened to be their next stop!! Let’s go!
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So we did. And it was fun for a little while. We got a drink and talked smack and the best thing about this little sidetrack was that we ended up talking about dating and stuff and I told them my age and they were sort of baffled and blown away (I think these guys were early 30s). They thought I was late-30s, max. Do you think that they were blowing smoke? Maybe. But I don’t care. It was fun. Soon, they needed to get going - strip clubs and such, I guessed. But not before I got a little personal bottle of champagne from the vending machine (to go, of course)!
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And then I was on my own on a Saturday night in Vegas, walking around with a little bottle of champagne in my hand, so I decided to walk around a little more and somehow…SOMEHOW ended up at Tiffany’s. Well, I do know how. I’ve been eyeing the HardWear Collection for some time now, and all the lights and glitz and glam (and bubbles) of Vegas made it perfect timing for gifting myself some new “Champagne Bubbles” for my fingers!
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Then! Yes, there’s more.
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Over to the Chandelier Bar at The Cosmopolitan, and who on this massive yet ever so small world do I run into but the two girls Maria and I met in Florence, Italy back in May! What? You say you don’t know what I’m talking about? Well, of course you don’t because I never finished my Italian Travelogue. But see, when I do, then you can think back to the time I ran into the girls from Italy in Vegas! Hah! Bottom line, the night before I left for Vegas, I’d seen that there was a birthday celebration of one of the girls and that they were headed to LV. I left a Facebook note saying I was going to be there too, but didn’t get a reply back. I just assumed that they were out having their birthday fun and probably didn’t need any more people horning in on the fun, so I never heard back - until Saturday night when one of them walks up to me and whispers in my ear, “Ciao, Motherfucker.” And immediately it was a GIRL PARTY! Someday I’ll tell you what I mean by “Ciao, Motherfucker,” but just roll with it, okay? Anyway, had a drink; it was late; they were drunk (really, it was the other chicks with my two girlfriends who were really shitfaced). I wasn’t in the mood for that and desperately NEEDED to go back to the hotel to get some sleep because of my appointment in the morning, and they were all over the place.
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I can happily report that I did not smoke anything this whole night…not even when I had the chance (girl crush smokes, remember? No?). I walked amongst a gaggle of smoking (hot) women all the way back to the taxi stand!
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That was all I could manage for the first day/night. Cabbed it back to the hotel to crash as I had a relatively early morning ahead of me.
10.5. Almost forgot. I was exhausted on the way back to the hotel, but my taxi driver decided that I needed to be serenaded allllllll the way home. Seriously, the dude sang at the top of his lungs about how all the men were in love with me and how beautiful I am and yada, yada. It was intense. Not only did he serenade me without my permission, but he also shortened my name (I’d told him my name when I got in the cab and thought he was just being friendly) to a name that I was called as a CHILD, and it weirded me the fuck out. He was SO annoying that I started sighing so he’d stop, but then he wanted to know all about my love life and was asking millions of questions, to which I decided to just start outrageously lying in answer. Things like how I was married but having an affair that my husband knew about because he was a cuckold and I had several boyfriends but really liked only a couple of them and the rest I just used for sex. I was so annoyed by the end of the ride that I gave him only a small tip (because I felt he’d been angling for a large one and he clearly couldn’t read non-verbal communication as well as verbal). Anywho…
Next 10 coming right up!
xox,
GS
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