After San Francisco, I had to wake up early to catch the first flight over to Vegas. Why? Because I was going to go see Kylie again! She was performing at Caesar's Palace and I had Row 7 seats! What!
Why don't I go to Vegas more often? I know people who go four times a year or more. This would be only my second time in Sin City. I stayed at the very central, but smoke-smelling Harrah's hotel on the strip.
It was convenient because Caesar's was right across the street, which of course in Vegas means it would take me about half an hour to get to. It's because everything there is so much larger than life. You'll see your hotel down the street and be like, "Oh it's just right over there!" Two hours later, you're still walking towards it.
Anyway, I met up with Philip and Ambrose who picked me up from the airport. The weather was sunny and hot and amazing. We hit up Serendipity first for lunch and frozen hot chocolates all around! Then I checked in, got myself together, and met up again for a pre-Kylie drink at their hotel, Trump Tower.
Yeah, their hotel was complete luxury. Their one bedroom suite was absolutely fabulous. But it would've most likely been wasted on me since I didn't spend much time in my $40/night room anyway. We had some champagne and then headed out to eat dinner at Mesa Grill. I had veal, yes I admit it. It was good, too. As was the wine, which got us all in the mood for Kylie, not that we weren't to begin with.
I was excited about this show because I got to SIT DOWN if I wanted to! Unlike the San Francisco show, I had plenty of room to move and dance around and to sit and rest if I needed. However, I didn't take advantage of it all too much since I was busy jumping up and down and screaming like a lunatic for more Kylie!!
It truly was a beautiful show. I can't wait to see the broadcast of it in a few weeks' time!
After the concert I met up with Dave and Vince, whom you might remember I went with to the Kylie show in San Fran. They too were in Vegas catching her for a second time. We wound up at a gay bar called Krave, where the dancefloor was packed. We were all gunned by this point, and when Dave disappeared, that's when Vince and I decided to bolt and make our way to Revolution, another gay club over at the Mirage.
Once inside there, we found ourselves dancing next to none other than Ke$ha!!
Okay, fine, she was behind a roped off area, but we were dancing beside the rope! Right!?
I ended up getting home around 3 or 4am, I really don't remember. It's not so bad, since I know someone else who was there ended up in a FOUR-WAY and didn't get back to his hotel until 8am. So, there's that.
I didn't sin quite as hard as that, but I did sin when it came to food. The next day all I could think about was eating at Thomas Keller's restaurant, Bouchon. I'm not sure why I was so obsessed with it. But I stopped off at the Bouchon Bakery and picked up some sandwiches for lunch, and omfg, they were delicious. I think it was mainly due to their in-house made bread. Wow, I am having continuous dreams about this sandwich!
We then hit the Fashion Show Mall, which I had not been to before. There were no real deals there as it's more high end and full of fancy shops, but we made up for all that when we hit up the outlet stores just outside of the strip. Loved it there!
For dinner, Philip picked out an izakaya spot. Leave it to him to find a good izakaya restaurant in Las Vegas, Nevada. Who knew? Ichiza turned out to be a plethora of delicious dishes and treats. It's located in Vegas' little Chinatown, or as my cousin who lives in Vegas calls it, China Block, since it's barely a block long.
I had a few too many sips of the sake, because when I parted ways with them to head to the Cirque du Soleil show, Love, I was feeling completely knackered and just wanted to lay down somewhere and sleep. Fortunately, Love managed to keep me awake and it was a beautiful show that featured a parachute covering the entire audience at one point. It was more dance-oriented than I expected, and didn't have that much "Cirque" element to it, I felt. So, if you're looking for something more circus, then don't go to Love. However, if you love the Beatles and love watching dance, this is a beautiful show, for sure.
My final day in Vegas, I met up with my cousin Christina.
I grew up with her as little kids, and then she moved to Seattle. We kept in touch as we went through high school, and then she moved to Vegas to attend university at UNLV. She now resides there, works there, is married, and is a professional boxer. So it was wonderful to see her again and catch up. The last time I saw her was when she visited Vancouver for our grandmother's funeral, over a year ago.
She took me to see a five pound gummy bear:
And I dragged her to Bouchon for lunch, marking my third time dining there (I had gone earlier that morning for breakfast on my own!)
I didn't gamble, but maybe next time I go, I will. And there will be a next time! Mark my words! Vegas is so close for me to fly to, and relatively inexpensive to visit if you find the right deal. So, that being said, I can't wait to go back! Anyone want to go with me!?