We loved Las Vegas.  I guess I should say I loved Las Vegas…because C had already made it clear that it’s totally fun long before we booked our trip.

We arrived late Thursday night and had already missed dinner because our plane was delayed by monster rainstorms in Nevada.  Luckily, by the time we arrived at 10:30 p.m., it was perfect timing to get on our dance clothes and head out on the town.

The night ended the next day after a lot of dancing.  At 2:30 a.m. I ate the largest piece of quiche I’ve ever laid eyes on and was satisfied until second breakfast at 10.

We took all of Friday to explore the strip.

It was just beautiful.

We spent nearly the entire day walking.  We rode the roller coaster at New York, New York, walked through the Luxor, Bellagio, Cesar’s Palace and Paris.  I played tourist very well.

That night we had dinner at Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville.  It was like I had stepped into someone’s demented dream.  Every hour there was a show at the restaurant that consisted of a bikini-clad woman climbing a large plaster volcano.  When she got to the top, she slipped and fell in, causing it to erupt!

The woman toppled out of the volcano right into a blender large enough to be a hot tub.  Then a giant fish hook came down from the ceiling and she grabbed a hold of it and it pulled her out.  The whole time this was happening, Margaritaville was playing over loudspeakers and there were characters on stilts walking around to people’s tables making them balloon hats.  The first time I saw the show I thought it was silly, the third time, I thought it was pretty fantastic.

We attempted to walk off dinner and caught the fountain show at the Bellagio.

After being caught in Paris for a while, we headed down to Fremont Street, or Old Las Vegas.  It was kitschy and loud and bright and I loved it.

Friends started leaving early Saturday morning and I found myself a little place on the “beach” at Mandalay Bay.  I fell asleep for a solid hour before realizing there was a party going on around me.

Of course, there’s a lot more to our story.  But what happens in Vegas…