It’s Vegas, baby! And it’s about time I told you about it, too.
The first day:
After stormy weather, flights being delayed, and a stopover in Houston, it was already evening by the time we reached Vegas. A New York native named Jerry (who’s face and demeanor I have mentally morphed into those of Richard Belzer from SVU…) dropped us off at our hotel. The Venetian, the nicest hotel I have ever stayed at. It’s like living in a Botticelli painting.
The second day:
Man, Vegas was hot. Like, “try to cross the road without needing a tall glass of water and a fifteen-minute sitting break” kind of hot. The heat kind of limited our exploring.
We spent the morning strolling up the strip / Las Vegas Boulevard (with many breaks, necessarily). We made it to the Bellagio – which was just made of Beautiful. Beautiful lobby. Beautiful floral arrangements and fountains. Even beautiful shops. Then we were back perusing The Venetian. Guys, this hotel has gondolas that circle the interior/exterior of the hotel and float through the shopping mall. Said shopping mall has cloud-painted ceilings and Venetian-style shopfronts. What even?
We somehow managed to get some fairly cheap tickets to see Cirque du Soleil (Love), which was amazing. Sparkling lights, confetti, aerialists, acrobats and a big white sheet that came out over the audience. It’s the kind of show that makes you twirl and leap around the bathroom when you get home.
The third day:
THIS DAY WAS MY FAVOURITE. Because we took a helicopter ride to the Grand Canyon. I don’t really have the words to describe how beautiful and vast it was. The city sprawls out for miles and then suddenly it’s just desert and red, rocky mountains for what seems like eternity. The dams and lakes are a vibrant turquoise. Beautiful Day plays through the headset. I will remember this day.
And believe it or not, we didn’t gamble a cent!