SVV turned 35 two weeks ago. Every birthday, I try to give him an “experience” instead of a concrete gift. Two years ago when I was still in New York, we did Wine Country. Last year, it was Seattle. This year…Vegas!
I didn’t tell him where we were going until we got to the Virgin America gate on Friday night. I had told him three months ago I’d be whisking him away this weekend, and the suspense was killing him. Many times, he tried to drag it out of me. I’m usually quick to cave. But not this time!
We stayed at the Venetian resort, where all the rooms are massive suites. They were pretty luxe, we thought—until we woke up the first morning to find our bathroom hadn’t been cleaned after the last inhabitants (it was nasty, yo), and there was a large dirty bandage stuck to the wall. Nice.
Still, the interior sure was purty.
It was too hot to do much of anything. Even sit by the pool. At 112 degrees, we only lasted about an hour. So we moseyed about the city, in and out of the air-conditioned shops and resorts, taking lots of pictures, as we’ve been known to do. SVV even thinks like I do these days: “I smell a Photo Friday coming!”
(He’s cute. He humors me. I think I’ll keep him.)
I loved how the inside of many of the shopping centers mimicked little international village. Kitschy. Cute.
The highlight of our trip, no doubt, was seeing Cirque du Soleil’s Beatles-themed show, Love. It wasn’t your stereotypical Cirque show; while there was plenty of flipping and trapeze-type tricks, it was more balletic than pure acrobatic. With all the elaborate colors, dancing, costumes and other oddities, it was like one pleasant two-hour acid trip. Just like the Beatles would have wanted it, I’m sure.
We missed the free Sirens show at Treasure Island (you know, the pirate extravaganza in Miss Congeniality 2), because we were so in awe of the Bellagio’s nighttime fountain show, that we stayed for not one…
…but three different numbers. Apparently, it’s a different routine every time.
At the end of the day, I’m a bit sad to say neither of us loved Vegas. It was just too overwhelming and trashy for our liking.
Will we going back? Probably not. But Vegas is one of those places everyone must experience in his or her life, so now we can check that one off the list.