Why is sleeping in impossible on vacation? It’s vacation. We are supposed to sleep in right?
I was up at 6AM.
Six…. A…. M….
Internal Alarm Clock is a bitch sometimes. Or it could have been the Red Bull still going strong in my system and a killer headache I had started to sport.
Aleve, water, a few more hours of dozing in and out of sleep and magic: headache be-gone.
On the agenda: The Forum to shop with my girl, Cyndi.
Louis Vuitton, Christian Louboutin, Armani, Gucci, Tiffany and Co. and I all rubbed elbows for the day.
And, after witnessing the shopping styles of the rich and famous, we soothed our egos and slimmer wallets with Fat Tuesday Slushies.
Vodka Red Bull Slushie for Cyndi, Rum and Fruit Punch Slushie for me!
Each horse was covered entirely with grass, moss and other types of greenery. No green thumb here, so don’t ask for descriptions beyond a kindergarten level.
On our way out we checked out the Fiori Di Como, a glass sculpture that hangs above the 18 foot ceiling.
On our walk back to meet the men in our lives, we caught a quick look at the Bellagio fountains, Eiffel tower and I had to throw in a pic of Planet Hollywood where my girl Britney is living for the time being.
I am very sad she and I couldn’t match up our schedules this trip. I’ll catch her next time around. 🙂
Once we caught back with the husbands, we all decided to take a walk to the Harley Davidson Cafe.
The cafe had a conveyor belt that circulated the room. Pretty cool to see a handful of Harley’s floating above your head. We decided to stick around the Cafe and sit outside on the patio. It was GORGEOUS that afternoon and it served as a good meeting point for the rest of the group.
Our bill was impressive!
The afternoon soon slipped by and soon we found ourselves in a limo headed to Fremont Street! While there we ate some great food, listened to decent music, drank a lot, gambled a little and had ourselves a great last night in Vegas!
Cyndi and Shelli. End of night and adorable as ever.
After Fremont Street we headed back to the hotel and ended our night in varying capacities.
But, a weekend in Vegas wouldn’t be complete without random cots in elevators and someone getting arrested a few doors down from us.
I’d say this was the perfect ending for a Vegas weekend.