Las Vegas sure knows how to wear a girl out. We left last Thursday and came home on Sunday and this is my first chance to write about it. After getting home, I had to get back into the grind of things -- big changes at work, tons of laundry to catch up on, errands, and laying around procrastinating all of that by watching Star Trek: TNG.
When I go to Vegas, I love staying Downtown -- on Fremont Street. And, I made my boyfriend and our friend stay at The D this time. It's the newly remodeled Fitzgeralds. When it comes to hotels downtown, Golden Nugget is at the top of my list, but unfortunately, it was way too costly this time around, so we settled for The D.
Feeling babely.
One of the biggest downsides to staying downtown was that there were absolutely no places for Mike to eat. So, we had to make the trek over to the Strip to find some gluten-free places.
Dinner at Mon Ami Gabi, across from the Bellagio.
We hit up one of my favorite spots -- Old Chicago Brewery in the Four Queens so I could enjoy some garlic knots and the beer sampler.
Feeling like a giant.
Our luck wasn't too great and we ended up getting rear ended after having some amazing pizza and lobster mac n cheese for me. And, we saw our lives flash before our eyes in a cab ride back from the strip one night.
All dressed up.
Happy and drunk.
This picture does not accurately show just how big my hair was that night.
I loved dressing up and hanging out down on Fremont. I even went on some tables down there and lost my money. But, I had such a great time.
Labels: travelling, vegas
