The suitcases are bulging at the seams. The garments are crushed amid souvenirs and price tags. The shoes, oh those gloriously glittery heels and sexy flats. Silks and satins are silent awaiting Christmas wrapping paper. Showers and steam rooms, slots jingling and show tickets spilling out of my purse. Vegas has been an experience and now is just a memory. I have had fun, but I have to admit that I am still not sure what the fascination is for the repeat visitation.
This is the city of mile high heels to match the mile high buildings. The dresses are as short as your memory of that last losing streak. Fashionistas brush shoulders with those that are trying to be.
Tonight had magic as I watched the Cirque show: Love. There was music and singing, dancing and aerialists. The larger than life extravaganza had energy. Paired with this was a gondola ride with the charming singer who crooned happy birthday in Italian to Ruth. The Venetian was truly a magical representation of Venice.
Earlier in the day, we were soothed by the patter of rain drops as we strolled through the outlet malls. The clanging of the cash register did nothing to restore our senses as we cheerfully handed over money for things that were not necessary but were very fun. I have the dress to eclipse every other dress I have ever had. The fit is that other side of magic - the made for you kind.
So, tomorrow I fly out in the wee hours of the morning and begin that trek for home. Here's bidding farewell to Sin City...the lights, the magic and the very tired me. Was it worth it? ABSOLUTELY. Happy Birthday Ruth.
This is a blog to explore the social side of life and the random acts of sponenatity that strike me as funny, amusing or just plain puzzling. Hooliganting is the word derived from hooliganism and gallivanting. I love to travel, spend time with "salt of the earth" friends and drink Tim's. So, it really is that simple.
Showing posts with label Las Vegas. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
The Las Vegas Experience Part One
From the north you run the gauntlet of flights to get to Vegas. Fingers, toes and bones of all shapes and sizes are crossed as you brave the swirling dervish of snow that blankets the tarmac while you sit in a plane . . .hoping that you take off, wishing that you would make your connections and praying that if the first two happen, the people waiting for you aren't entirely ticked.
I got here in the end and began the experience in style. The handsome young chaufeur handed each of us a rose, and we popped the champagne into glasses as we limoed to the Mirage. The hooliganting experience has been somewhat mild mannered for Vegas, so I thought here I would touch on some of the highlights and lowlights.
Highlights:
1) Horseback riding in the hills. The calm serenity of the hills as we trekked up the cactus and yucca filled terrain on horses named Pistol and Jewel was unique. The wranglers fulfilled the crusty cowboy image and gave lots of regional information as well as feeding us a rather delightful breakfast.
2) Spa treatments on a whim. I loved the fact that we walked in and there was availability and that we could access the spa all day afterwards.
3) The lights of the city. This city lives up to its reputation of being bright and bold.
4) Walking through the Paris. This really reminds me of Paris and I really enjoyed the ambience.
5) "Seeing" O at the Bellagio. This performance had some definate moments that took your breath away.
Lowlights
1) It would have been nice to check into the hotel and have the service as expected. Computers crashed and people used it as an excuse for all sorts of hiccups.
2) Losing at the slots
3) Freezing cold hot tub on the pool deck.
4) Travelling with folk that you can't find. She is finally found but only just. . .lol.
5) Airlines airlines airlines.
So far, I am tired. It is 4 am and I am still awake. There is so much to do and no time (or people in agreement to do it all.) Off to bed...night all.
I got here in the end and began the experience in style. The handsome young chaufeur handed each of us a rose, and we popped the champagne into glasses as we limoed to the Mirage. The hooliganting experience has been somewhat mild mannered for Vegas, so I thought here I would touch on some of the highlights and lowlights.
Highlights:
1) Horseback riding in the hills. The calm serenity of the hills as we trekked up the cactus and yucca filled terrain on horses named Pistol and Jewel was unique. The wranglers fulfilled the crusty cowboy image and gave lots of regional information as well as feeding us a rather delightful breakfast.
2) Spa treatments on a whim. I loved the fact that we walked in and there was availability and that we could access the spa all day afterwards.
3) The lights of the city. This city lives up to its reputation of being bright and bold.
4) Walking through the Paris. This really reminds me of Paris and I really enjoyed the ambience.
5) "Seeing" O at the Bellagio. This performance had some definate moments that took your breath away.
Lowlights
1) It would have been nice to check into the hotel and have the service as expected. Computers crashed and people used it as an excuse for all sorts of hiccups.
2) Losing at the slots
3) Freezing cold hot tub on the pool deck.
4) Travelling with folk that you can't find. She is finally found but only just. . .lol.
5) Airlines airlines airlines.
So far, I am tired. It is 4 am and I am still awake. There is so much to do and no time (or people in agreement to do it all.) Off to bed...night all.
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