I don’t even know where to begin or how to recap my Vegas vacation. I started to write this post above the clouds on Tuesday night, but didn’t get much accomplished as I was either hungover from the night before or buzzed from the last cocktail I had with Emily at the hotel bar just minutes before the airport shuttle came to pick us up kicking and screaming. I am just starting to feel like myself again. (You can read Emily’s most excellent recap here.)
We took Vegas by storm, crossing off items on our must-see list and frequenting the sexiest dance clubs in Sin City (the ones that require names on guest lists but entitle women to free entry and drinks). We soaked up some sun, ate at some amazing restaurants, danced and shimmied (on the night of my birthday, we boogied at a Galactic show at the Hard Rock Café and at a club for a record-breaking 7.5 hours!), sat in wide-eyed wonder at Cirque du Soleil’s Love, and nearly crawled the strip back to the hotel after a night out on the town in heels. So basically, we didn’t sleep for four days.
Before I left, I described this vacation to a friend as my midlife crisis trip. Obviously that’s a bit of an exaggeration as I only just turned 32, but I was looking forward to embracing my inner 21-year-old on spring break with a good friend. I made out with a cute boy on the dance floor and had a heck of a time flirting with some foreigners. I don’t remember the last time I took a vacation quite like this one, but it was a welcome relief and a reminder that I need to get out and do this kind of thing more often (provided my finances are intact and I’m still living the single life).
Some observations from our trip:
- While extremely well put together and dolled up, the women in Vegas are actually quite sweet and friendly. At least the ones we encountered were. Waiting on line at the bathroom, several smiled and chatted me up which is something I’ve yet to experience in the clubs at New York.
- I was mistaken for a Brazilian on the dance floor one evening. Clearly this man had more to drink than I did.
- If you are wandering the strip before dark, you will collect about 20 cards advertising the hottest clubs in Vegas. If you are a female, you won’t have any problems getting in anywhere (you will have to be on a list though).
- There is a song called “Barbara Streisand” and it plays everywhere in Vegas. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since we left.
- The men are a bit more aggresive than I’m accustomed to. I can see where the whole “what happens in Vegas…” expression comes from. There may have been some baby-making going on on the dance floor.
Our Vegas vacation was epic and I wish I could do it all over again. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a kidney to sell and some sleep to catch up on.