Saturday was began at the unsightly hour of 11 am. The sun was up and blasting its harmful UVA and UVB rays directly at us as we remotely opened the shades to our second day in Sin City.
The saying goes that if you’ve got something good, then hold onto it for dear life. This annual trip with old friends really goes to show that no matter where we are in life, the best of friends can always reunite in the city that never sleeps and hash out the stresses of life and just have some plain old good times.
We left at the usual time of Friday afternoon as we headed for the barren desert to begin our adventure in the city of lights. When we got to Aria, we were amazed at the size of our one-bedroom suite with views in every direction. Thank goodness that the windows were only one way.
We went to see the Holly Madison show, Peepshow, and were amazed at the choreographic talents of scantily clad young women.
We then headed to the shady part of town – Downtown Las Vegas. I can only say that when all else fails and all your friends ditch you (which didn’t happen to me, thank God) stay in the light. I lost $50 bucks playing Wheel of (non)Fortune slots and decided to call it a night.
A few of us got back to the room at the wee hours of the morning and what else is there to do, but to take a bubble bath. With views of the city, a bottle of indistinguishable liquids, and a mountain of bubbles; that was the recipe for happiness. We relaxed, laughed, and swore our losses till the rest came home.
On to Saturday…
In all my 24 years, I have never had the pleasure of sitting front row to such a spectacular show – KA. The engineering, the theatricality, the excitement was magnified to the tenth-degree.
However, I must speak to the past before talking about this more recent experience… A couple years ago, I went to see this amazing show with a large cup of Adios and a bag of popcorn. Little did I know that that combination was not enough to keep my attention after being drained from an afternoon of aquatic activities (aka the pool). I missed a few things, but I got the jist of the non-English spoken show. The main difference was that we were seated about half the auditorium back.
There is nothing more relaxing than baking in the dry, sensual heat of Las Vegas. This was our first official day in the city of entertainment and we were basking in the ambience (aka sunlight) at the amazing pools of The Palazzo. The blended drinks come very light so either share with the kids or be sure you have enough to get a few for yourself.
If “shopping centers” were rated by stars, the Americana at Brand would be the Sun. Beauty, selection, and a gorgeous day make for a perfectly leisure-filled afternoon. Reminiscent of a true little town’s Main St., the Americana is a diamond in the rough of Glendale. I actually do not know if Glendale would actually be considered a “rough”, but either way, the center stands on its own.
Anyways, on to our day; we immediately sat down to a couple cupcakes from Crumbs bakery – red velvet and caramel pecan. Delicious and equally fattening, we had the sugar level of a Pop Rock-induced 5-year-old. We strolled over to the Barneys Co-Op; drooled, fancied, and cried at the number of beautiful pieces that longed to be worn for fall. Stopped by a few other shops and decided to call it quits.
Our appetites came and we headed to Grandville Cafe for dinner. Yummalicious. I had the Mac & Cheese and the combination of all my favorites – asparagus, chicken, and peas – absolutely heavenly. This restaurant was awesome in every sense, however, our server was severely thin and commented that the portions are too large for him (totally unnecessary). A high recommend on a very long list of excellent Los Angeles restaurants.
Full, tired, and comatosed; we headed home from a long day in Glen-daaaalllleeee!!!!
Last night, I saw the most graphic movie I had seen in a very long time. Eat, Pray, Love. I’m kidding, the movie was Kick-Ass. A simple story with an enemy and a hero, it was unassuming at first, but after the first five minutes, it turned from a jovial, comic-esque plot to something that rivaled the Abu-Ghraib prison abuse photos (May 2004) that were shown all over the news.
Nine years ago, something really bad happened. It wasn’t another morning in high school. It wasn’t that I had to ride the bus at the wee hours of morning. It wasn’t another morning that I skipped breakfast because I was running late for the bus that was picking me up in the wee hours of the freezing morning at a God forsaken hour.
I skipped that breakfast, rode that bus, and headed to the bench in front of Biology like I did every morning. This morning was different. Unlike any other morning, every tv in every classroom was turned on and each student transfixed to the news. If the thought of students actually being interested in real, non-entertainment related news were not strange enough, what was playing over and over would have blown your mind.