You know when you go to a place for the first time, and you are full of expectations of what it will be like, and it turns out to be nothing like you expected, and yet everything you expected all at once?
That was Las Vegas for me.
I flew in Friday night, and flew home Sunday evening, and in the intervening forty-eight hours, somehow every stereotype I had of Vegas was simultaneously smashed and reinforced. The strip was everything I expected it to be, and yet so much more.
I loved the bright lights and huge energy. It made me feel a little bit young again. I loved the landmarks: Luxor’s obsidian pyramid and bright beacon, or the settings for two of my favourite movies.
Seeing the fountains at the Bellagio (Ocean’s Eleven) was a highlight:
And a walk through the unforgettable lobby of Caesars Palace was also a must (“you probably get this a lot. This isn’t the real Caesar’s Palace is it?”):
I had heard the food in Vegas was incredible, and the city didn’t disappoint – the tapas at Julian Serrano in the Aria was an absolute high note. Seriously: those stuffed figs (centre) may well be the best dish I’ve ever eaten in my life.
We ate and drank like princesses, we took in a show (Cirque du Soleil’s Mystère), we even lost some money in the casino (well, okay…I lost five bucks playing the slots. Not exactly a high roller, over here). In short: we did everything a girl should do when visiting Las Vegas for the very first time.
But when everything was said and done, it wasn’t the touristy things that made the biggest impression on me. The best, the absolute best part of my first trip to Las Vegas? Hands-down it was the time spent with loved ones: my two sisters Jen and Allyson and my cousin Margot. I love you guys so much!
Oh. And the pool. Let’s not forget the pool…
Best. Weekend. EVER. Seriously, I can’t even. There are no words.