vegas day 2

Friday morning I woke up to my stomach's instructions to get some protein. Everyone else in our suite was still sleeping, so I went solo to the hotel's lobby to enjoy some eggs, and some grapefruit. Then, in an unprecedented move in my adult life, I returned to my hotel room and went back to sleep. For a long time. Like, until my body told me to wake up again. Once I was ready (because, in truth, I'm the last one to be ready. Just like in Real Life.) we began our day of enjoying the sunshine and just some of the beauty that Las Vegas had to offer.

After valet-ing (is that a word?) Sue's car at (in?) Paris, we walked to the Bellagio and saw this beautiful ceiling display of hand-blown glass:



and a pony! A shiny, sparkly pony!


Then we went to China to smell the incense and the flowers.

Lunch was on the patio at (in?) Paris. The sunshine, the two-hour meal, the company, the food itself, the fountain across the street . . . all elements added together to create a memorable experience which has made Going To France my tongue's desire.


(See that George Wallace picture on the truck on the street? He was actually in the restaurant eating lunch that day at the same time.)

After lunch we went shopping. I was introduced to a store called H&M, which I like, despite only having found one item for myself there. That evening we also decided to peruse our options at a half-price ticket booth, finally settling on seats for the Cirque du Soleil show The Beatles Love at the Mirage for the following night. After a trip to Trader Joe's where I loaded my cart full of my family's favorites, we headed back to the hotel.

What, Sue? I can't take a picture of you drinking water?

Azu'car and Tiffany were reenacting a concert they had gone to on Wednesday night. It was by a band . . . what's it called again? . . . oh, yes, that's right: The Killers.

Tiffany thinks that's a bass player pose.

And Azu'car likes to parody Brandon Flowers.

Removing karaoke from our agenda, we rightly opted for a night of chat in the hotel's hot tub.

Coming soon . . .
A Saturday In Vegas.

ps, happy birthday, courtney.