I’ve slept a total of 2 hours in the past 2 days but all is good in fabulous Las Vegas, which I will from here on in refer to as the “but-her-face” world. I honestly was expecting much better looking people considering all the amenities, spas, and designer clothing stores readily available to the rich ugly people walking around. Do we mind being the hottest crew in town? Not one bit.As you can see, we hit the pool right away until the clouds rolled in around 3pm. I’d love to know how out of the 3, maybe 4, days that it rains in Vegas all year we have to be privy to one of them?
Thankfully, we ended up renting a car; a Mazda 3, which we have yet to name, which thankfully took us to Lee’s Liquor Store where we picked up 2 bottles of veuve clicquot for 60 bucks. It’s not hard to see why everyone here is an alcoholic – it’s just so feasible to drown your sorrows away in a would-be expensive bottle of french champagne. Our Mazda 3 also took us to Ihop this morning, upon Andria’s request, a neophyte to American gluttony who will surely never be the same after having tasted extra salty whipped butter – an Ihop speciality.
Update: we’ve officially lost Salem. He went back to the room early as soon as the clouds rolled in but I have a funny feeling he’s lost himself at the Crystal – Vegas’ version of our ROM crystal where instead of fossils on display, the jagged glass structures are home to precious labels such as Tom Ford, Louis Vuitton and Chanel.
Two more pics that I must post before I actually start to worry about my roomie’s whereabouts and credit standing: a pic of my dad’s Vanilla Fudge t-shirt that I wore on the plane and the cutest Willy Wonka-esque cafe at our hotel, the Aria, where you pay a la carte for the internet, the gym, a chair by the pool and tap water in addition to what you thought was an all-inclusive hotel rate. Roulette, anyone?