Monkey See, Monkey Do, I love Vegas, How 'Bout You?

In order to sustain my track record of ripping off post-topics from fellow bloggers (thanks for the idea, Hills!), today I will post photos from our vacation (um..from July of 2007).

I've decided to refer to my husband as "C" because I don't like saying my husband, my husband, my husband. Don't get me wrong, I love that he's my husband, but I end up sounding like that lady on that episode of Seinfeld:

"I wonder what happened to my fiance, I know he's here somewhere. Have you seen my fiance? Are you going upstairs? Tell my fiance i'm looking for him. I have lost my fiance, the poor baby."

Yeah, we get it: You went and gotchoself a MAN!

VACATION '07 in Photos

(and fellow bloggers, I'm definitely picking up what you're putting down...we need to go to Mexico)

but until then.....

VEGAS, VEGAS, VEGAS

P.S. C took most of these photos

I love this hotel. Hands down, the most fantastic place I've ever stayed. If for some hellish reason, C and I are no longer married, I will be proposing to The Wynn. 5 Star, 5 Diamond rating...just sayin'.

First night's dinner: At Mario Batali's "Enoteca" in the Venetian Piazza. It was veddy, veddy good. And the wine? Yum.

This was the view from our table. Isn't the ceiling incredible? It really felt like we were dining outside. Without birds pooping on us. But I wouldn't even care! Because they would be Italian Birds!

As time went on, and it became clear that the Venetian does not mess around. The inside slowly became "evening"--it was incredible.


And the gondolas! And the gondoliers sang opera! Well! Too bad the line to have a ride was approximately a month long.

As we walked through the piazza, I spied a Burberry Boutique. My friends, that is my mother-ship. I'm the short gal standing on the right. Totally in the dark. But this is fine as the purses need to be the focus of this photo (my life) (heh heh, just kidding..) (heh) I was starting to think that maybe we had made the wrong choice in hotels. Should we have stayed at The Venetian? Then we walked back to The Wynn....

...and the music in my head played something majestic with trumpets and bells. No, we chose well.

The next afternoon, we ordered room service. Mmmm BBQ chicken pizza and crab cakes. Interesting combination but it was absolutely divine.

After lunch, we hit the pool. This pool? Unbefrickinlieveable. I think it was 1/2 mile long. And bridges upon bridges crossed over it. And drinking while lounging IN the pool? Heaven. It was 112F outside, but they had these "mister-things" that sprayed cool water over you when you weren't in the pool. I could've stayed there for the rest of my life. No joke.

C and I decided that when we're millionaires, we'll go back and get one of the pool-side cabanas (complete with plasma television, masseuse and butler, full bar, an personal mist coming from the ceiling)--I don't think indulgent even begins to cover it.

That night, we got all dolled-up and went out to a show. Isn't C dashing? I don't usually toss that word around, but he's just so dashing. The sunglasses on the top of the head help, too. And geez, I look like a pipsqueak. But it was an excellent make-up day, my friends.

We went to The Mirage to see "LOVE"----blew. our. minds. (Sorry, Sra, I had to do the single-word sentences just this once!) Seeing Cirque du Soleil is a must. And the music? Well, the Beatles are my most favorite musicians of all time, so you can imagine (heh heh) my utter happiness. And yes, I know that "Imagine" was just John Lennon, but I was trying to be clever, so cut me some slack. Before the show, we went to the Revolution Lounge (above) and had some lovely drinks. The picture (below) is of C sitting in the "O".

He still looks dashing. Red and dashing.

The next day, we hit the pool again. Not included in the video (for obviously legal reasons) is our foray up to the deck behind the bar/cabana. There we were, lounging on the deck, and C leans over and says, "Holy shit. Those women are naked." and I say, "Look at those racks!" Yup, we had accidentally planted our (clothed) buns on the European Sunbathing Deck. C said he felt like a voyeur and I felt a little too un-plastic to whip out the girls, so we went back to the other pool area.


Later that afternoon, we went to Spamalot. So dang funny. I love all things Monty Python, as does C, so we both gave it a thumbs up.

After the show, we came back to The Wynn and went to "Down Parasol" and had drinks.

This is a photo of Happy C posing for another "GO STAND OVER THERE AND SMILE!" photos.

See out the window? That's called the Lake of Dreams. That night we had drinks out on that deck---right next to the water. Literally.

Every 30 minutes, there is a water-show. Not anything like water-skiers or synchronized swimming, but something very surreal. The video (below) probably won't illustrate how strange/cool it is... It's completely dark out, the water starts to bubble and foam and it's lit from deep below the surface with these psychedelic lights. Then the waterfall stops and things are projected on the huge wall. Music starts. We were sitting there long enough to see 2 shows. The first one was really trippy--things were pushed up through the water, really enya-ish music was piped through the speakers and disembodied lips were projected on the wall and mouthed the lyrics to the song. The second one was pretty weird/funny/cool. "Low Rider" came on and all of a sudden, this huge, green frog crawled over the top of the screen (some kind of puppet) and sang the song.

So that, in a nutshell of sorts, was our trip to Vegas. We didn't really venture into the whole gambling thing, unless you count playing nickel slots for 30 minutes with the same 10 dollars. We mainly did the hotel/shows/pool/site-seeing thing. And that's probably a good thing. Because being out $10 to gambling, I can handle. Now being out something like $100? Hell no. That's a pair of shoes.

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