We started off with dinner and a few Guinness at O’Briens at the Pittsburgh airport. After checking to make sure that our flight was still on time, we stopped at a bar right by our gate and had another beer. I knew I was at my limit for pre-flight alcohol consumption, so we headed back to our gate. While we were waiting, I called my friend Amy and congratulated her and her husband on the birth of their daughter. Welcome to the world, little Phoebe! I can’t wait to meet you! I also rubbed it in that I’ll be partying in Vegas while Amy is trying to figure out how to take care of a newborn, but she took my teasing well.
Our flight was uneventful and I was even able to catnap for an hour or so. We got to Las vegas around 10:00 PM Pacific time, got our luggage, and headed to Planet Hollywood. When we checked in, we were asked if we wanted to be upgraded to a larger room facing the strip. Um, sure!
Our room was bigger than what we had the last time, and did have an awesome view of the Bellagio.
We headed back downstairs to the casino and walked around, checking out things that had changed since we were there last in November. Our typical tradition is to go to P.F. Chang’s for dinner, but since we got in so much later than we had on our previous trips, we decided to save P.F. Chang’s for later. The casino is busier at night than it is in the daytime, which makes it harder for Mike and I to find slot machines that are away from smokers. But there’s a section of machines on the mezzanine level overlooking the casino floor that we really like because there’s hardly ever anyone up there. There’s also a bar area that stays open because the high-limit room is on that level, so we even end up with dedicated waitress service. We headed up there and proceeded to drink and play the slot machines until after 4AM (7AM Pittsburgh time, so we had been awake for over 24 hours!). We fell asleep quickly once we got back to the room, but got up again at
For some reason, only 2 1/2 hours sleep in Vegas doesn’t bother me like it would anywhere else. We had a nice big breakfast at Planet Dailies
and then hung around the casino for awhile.
Anxious to get our day going, we showered and wandered up the strip, carefully watching the clock to make sure that we were back at Bill’s for the Big Elvis show at 3:00. The lounge area was packed, but we were able to get a spot on the fringe, right at the bar (of course). Despite the number of people there for the show, no one was quite as anxious as I was to volunteer to be part of the show. I had done this on our November trip and it was a lot of fun. Elvis sings “Viva Las Vegas” while another girl and I shake maracas, and then they dress up the male volunteer in Elvis gear and give him a blow up guitar to play. I don’t mind being the center of attention when I don’t know anyone around me other than Mike!
Afterwards, we got pictures taken with Big Elvis (Pete) and Conway Twitty (Chuck).
We wandered around some more and then headed back to Planet Hollywood for a sandwich at Earl of Sandwich (the Ultimate Grilled Cheese rocks!). I was in bed that night before 9:00, finally worn out from lack of sleep, my cold, dancing with Elvis, and all of the walking. Oh, and all the drinks I had!
Mike stayed up after making sure I made it into bed and was fast asleep. He woke me up at 2:30AM to tell me he was bored and wanted me to go back downstairs with him. We went downstairs and he got a big meatloaf and mashed potato dinner to go that he ate while I was winning money on a slot machine 🙂
We went back upstairs around 4:00, but I was restless and couldn’t sleep very well. I wanted to go back downstairs, and Mike decided to come with me. We wandered around for awhile, but Mike wasn’t feeling very well, so a few hours later we found ourselves back in the room for a nap.
After naptime, we headed out into the heat to walk down the strip to New York New York. Neither of us was feeling up to having a Guinness at Nine Fine Irishmen, so we skipped that and opted to play some of the different slot machines that our hotel doesn’t have. I actually hit for $95 on one 30 cent spin on a Star Wars machine! We played for awhile longer and then walked across the street to the MGM Grand.
We hopped on the monorail and headed up the strip to the Sahara. We stayed there for quite awhile before heading back to Bally’s and walking back to Planet Hollywood from there. Mike was exhausted by this point and wanted to go to sleep, so I stayed downstairs in our casino and he met me there a little while later, although by that point I was starting to conk out.
The next morning we awoke refreshed and well-rested. We anxiously waited for P.F.Chang’s to open for lunch and had a delicious meal before catching a cab and going downtown to Fremont Street. So many people think that the downtown area is dumpy and not worth the trip, but we had a fun time the last time we were there, so I insisted that we go again this time.
We wandered around to all of the casinos and had a lot of fun playing roulette. At the one table, I walked away up $135! We ate at a seafood buffet, where Mike discovered crab legs.
We saw an awesome band playing on the street and stopped to watch them. I was dancing like a crazy person.
And then the light show started. The first one we saw was a tribute to Queen–the lights and the music were fantastic! And the second one–an hour later–was a Vegas montage. All of the casino’s outside lights go out and the only lights are on the canopy overhead. It’s quite an experience!
Let me preface this next sentence by letting you know that I was quite drunk by this point. . .Mike and I went into the Glitter Gulch.
Yes, a strip club (although just topless–not the whole shebang. I don’t think I could have handled that!). It wasn’t nearly as skeezy as I thought it would be. Some of the girls that were dancing were very beautiful. I wasn’t the only female patron there, and I didn’t feel awkward or out of place. The way I look at it, they don’t have anything different than what I have. It’s just that mine’s not on display. It was definitely worth the experience, and from what I understand it was much cheaper to go to a downtown strip club than to one on the strip (would that be called a strip strip club?). Just a little tip in case you want to save a few dollars.
And thus, our adventure came to an end. We headed back to Pittsburgh worn out and ready to come home. A few days in Vegas is enough. But by the time our plane landed and we walked out into the oppressive humidity, we were ready to go back.
The good news? I’ll be back there in a month on a girls-only weekend with 3 friends. It will be a much different trip–going to clubs, spa treatments, and sipping fruity drinks by the pool–but I’m definitely looking forward to it!!!