Monday, November 02, 2009

Ok. I used to be pretty good at this blogging thing. Now, I am so behind in my posting I haven't even told the world about my girl's weekend in Vegas. (Gee, how does the planet continue to move 'round the sun?)

We had a fantastic time. It was probably tame by Vegas standards. But on our mommy radar, it pretty much rocked.

We stayed at the MGM and upgraded to a small suite, which was perfect for the 4 of us. We upgraded by joining their Prima program, which was totally worth it. The way it works is that you prepay $500 in room charges, and then you charge against that while you are there. But the perks that come with doing that saved us a bunch of money, and made it so we didn't have to stand in lines for anything at the MGM. We had full concierge service, and even a free limo transfer. So, if you are planning a Vegas trip check out the Prima program! We had no problem spending the $500 by the way...

We ate two great dinners at the MGM. The first night was sushi and yummy saki at Shibuya. The second night was mouth watering Italian at Fiamma. The third night we decided to really tourist it up and had the buffet at Treasure Island, and honestly it was really good and super inexpensive. (Which is kinda what you're looking for on your last night in Vegas...)

Nightlife was a blast. The first night we were in town my friend Becky's husband hooked us up with VIP at all the clubs in the Palms. So we started at Ghostbar where we threw down $11 for a drink and then stood on the clear platform that looks 55 stories down to the street below. I was the only one brave enough to stand in the middle of it! (So I had to jump up and down just to freak my girls out a little...) After Ghostbar we headed over to the Playboy club and watched girls sling drinks in The Bunny Suit, and people with more money than us give it right back to the Casino. And I thought $11 for a drink was expensive!

From Playboy we went to Moon. It was there that we made a startling discovery. First, we are still super cute. That was the good part of the startling discovery. Because the rest of that thought goes, "FOR OUR AGE." Oh man. We are totally in the Cougar category. All our hopes of having suave Vegas mens buy us drinks went out the window when we kept getting hit on by 20 year olds who clearly thought that WE were going to buy THEIR drinks. Damn.

After getting rid of the entourage of Puppies that somehow latched onto us (Picture me pointing my puppy toward a girl in a skanky red dress and saying, "Go talk to her.") we headed down to Rain. That was another lesson in Cougardom. There was a group of guys on the dancefloor wearing giant blonde afro wigs. So we naturally decided we needed to see what that was all about. Turns out they were from New Zealand, and in town for a bachelor party. (Yeah. They spent $1200 and flew 14 hours for a bachelor party. Strippers must not exist in New Zealand?) After about 3 minutes of conversation I found myself giving one of the guys advice about his girlfriend back home. In a very school guidance counselor or you know...MOMish kind of way. Oy.

So much for 40 being the new 30.

But, I suppose that's better than a bunch of drunks thinking they can grope you because they paid for your $11 drink.

The second night we hooked up with my brother and his darling girlfriend at Pure. (Well, half of us did. Two of the girls had tickets to the Justin Timberlake concert. Which they said was fabulous. Natch.) We met at like 11:00. Which is really late when you are a Cougar...err, I mean a Mommy. I thought we were going to fade before our stilettos* gave us our first blister. But something about my brother waltzing in and steering us past the line of 300 people to the double-secret-extra-VIP line gave us a second wind.

*I should just mention here, that we looked really good. I mean, REALLY good. The whole weekend. We vamped it up reaaal nice. I wish I would have taken some pictures of the Vegas Fashion we paraded down the strip. But you know the rules. Although, I guess I am totally breaking the rules by posting a play by play on my blog. Hmmm. Damn. Should have taken pictures of the outfits.

We were in the elevator in Pure when some girl says, "Did you guys know that Sean Kingston is here tonight?" Everyone nodded excitedly. Including me, even though I was totally faking it. Then my brother Alex says, "That's cool. Did you know Alex Golightly is here tonight?" And again, there were nods of excitement. Dork.

As it turns out I do know who Sean Kingston is. Or, at least, when he started singing I recognized the song from my ipod. I'm cool like that. However, he was not the only famous person in Pure that night. We discovered this when an entourage of about 7-8 very, VERY well dressed men walked past us by the bar. I was thinking that you really CAN tell when a guy is wearing a 10K suit, and noticing them noticing me (heh) when my friend Katina said excitedly, "That's Oprah's boyfriend!! That's Oprah's boyfriend!!" Well hello Steadman! Apparently he is appreciative of blondes in catsuits. I'm just sayin...

That night was so much fun. Hanging out with my brother and his friends was sick. (That's good in I-learned-how-to-talk-like-my-younger-brother-who-has-double-secret-extra-VIP-status-all-over-Vegas speak.) We laughed and danced and oops! Drank a lot of Vodka tonics. I should send a fruit basked to his friend Tim who let us crash his table service. THANKS TIM!! And then somewhere around 3:30 we headed home. Yay! We stayed up late and partied like rock stars! Viva Las Vegas!!

The next morning was a little rocky for me. But, HELLO, that's what you get for waking up in Vegas. I rallied. And then I realized that I lost my cell phone. Which was a bummer. But I did find a bunch of random sequins on the floor by my bed while I was looking for it. And that seemed sort of fitting. So I got some McDonalds hashbrowns and powered through.

That day we shopped, and then I napped. WOOO to the HOO for the vacation nap, by the way. Naps are so fabulous. Really. Why do 2 year olds hate naps?? I would love it if someone told me to take a nap every day. Apres nap I was feeling right as rain, so we strapped on our FMP's one last time and headed to Treasure Island for
Mystere. Katina's father in law got us free tickets. We were so excited to go we didn't even care if they were in the nosebleed section. And, bonus, my brother and his lovely lady friend were joining us. So imagine how excited we were when we picked the tix up at will call and realized they were FRONT ROW.

I know, right? This trip was so FUN!!!

It goes without saying the Cirque de Soleil is absolutely incredible. (That's why they get to have 5 different shows around Vegas.) My expectations were exceeded to the Nth power. AMAZING. And, you know, even cooler when the performers are close enough to touch you. I think we all sat slackjawed for the entire performance. I can't wait to take Sweet Pea someday!

It was sad to say goodbye to my brother and Sarah at the end of that night. The next day was all taxis, airport lines, and security screens.

But then I got home to those sweet babies of mine and I remembered why it's nice to get away but even better to come home.

Shaking the glitter off...
~Clover

3 comments:

jmac said...

Please don't burst my bubble...plz tell me "something stayed in Vegas"??!!!
I loved Mystere too...saw it there a few yrs back.

glad you had fun!!

Anonymous said...

jmac,
Her cell phone stayed in Vegas...does that count?
-M

Clover said...

Yeah. There's that. Boo...