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Above: Our hotel. 

We had a suite, so two adjoining rooms with 1 California King and a sofa bed, two full bathrooms, two full closets, a minifridge, microwave, two balconeys, three TVs, and lotso space.  It was beautiful.  It was also called the Juanita suite because supposedly the woman worked there for 27 years, so they named a thing after her.  Really cute.  Our view was from the front of the hotel, so you could just make out Circus Circus (ewww, scary clowns…. I want my mommie) and the Riviera and the Trump Tower and Hilton and I think just the sign of the Wynn but not really.

The walk wasn’t that bad, but the sun was hitting pretty hard, so we took the $2 Deuce (they have a bus called the deuce hehehehe).  Laura’s feet were killer her because she had blistered and then ripped them on her Marc Jacobs Friday afternoon, while walking to my car.  Since the Puma store was right there, we decided to head in.  We had about 2 hours until Wawi would arrive, so we couldn’t keep walking away from the hotel.  We took forever at the Puma store because well… girls do that.  Laura got some sweet shoes, and I was staring at this guy who had a big jug of some sort of alcohol…. hmmmm drinking. 

So finally we head through to TI (Treasure Island- a.k.a. where I’ll be staying in October.  I’m crazy I realize.) and got us some huge skull shaped cups filled with sugary margaritas.  I think there was 2-3 shots in there, but it was so watered down that I didn’t feel anything.

After more walking around, we sat down at the Venetian steps and tried to figure out what the 12 zodiac signs were.   I was stuck on a crossword puzzle and couldn’t remember all of them.  It was zodiac sign for 5 letters.  We kept missing one, so we finally cheated and looked it up on my iPhone: it was Aries.  I think we ended up walking back, and it was the first time we spotted the small shopping center with the exotic car rentals, random Korean BBQ open 24hrs, and a strip of small gift shops that had a bubble machine that blew bubbles out of a plastic guy’s ass.  Clearly, the most sophisticated and mature thing I’ve ever seen.

It was around 5:30, so I ran outside to catch the last beams of sun in my bikini.  I got up to find Wawi in her adorable leather jacket running up with her suitcase.  We’d left a note with the concierge telling them the situations with her name, my phone number, and a picture Laura had on her cell.  Of course, the other concierge was there when Wawi arrived, and she was like WTF?  No, I can’t tell you which room our guest is staying in.  Fortunately, Laura walked into the lobby at that moment.

I lost track… oh, yeah…

After swimming a few laps, we went back into the room and got ready to go out.  I think it was around 7 or 8 by the time we were walking down the strip.  This is where everything started happening so fast that I might start forgetting things.  We went through TI, saw that there was going to be a performance, but it was at 8:30, thirty minutes away, and we didn’t want to wait.  We walked down the street and met some club promoter guy selling VIP passes.  I had an inkling the ish wasn’t going to work; I mean, do they ever?  Nevertheless, we bought $10 worth of random passes.  It’s Vegas; we might as well gamble our chance.

For the first time, I got to see Harrah’s, Ceasar’s, the Bellagio, Bally’s, etc.  I’d never walked down there because Laura had been to Vegas a lot and wasn’t really interested.  All the lights were soo pretty.  We walked through the gigantic mall at the Bellagio, through Dior and Chanel and Jean Paul Gaultier and Bogetta Veneta… yummy!  Outside, it happened to be 9pm, and the fountains were playing to some song that I don’t remember.  We got to the base facing away from the hotel just in time for the song to end.  Of course, I wanted to stand there just a bit longer.  They started playing another set; this time, Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra.  It went something like this:

I remember because it made me wish Ty was there with me.  Poop.