(Day 2) Waking Up in Vegas

Waking up in Vegas! Cue Katy Perry song. We slept in and eventually hauled ourselves out into the desert heat to enjoy one of Vegas’ many buffet offerings. MANY BUFFET OFFERINGS. Our selected winner rose through the ranks during my hours of online research and consumer ratings, thanks to Yelp. Meet the Wicked Spoon, at home in the Strips’ newest hotel, the Cosmopolitan.









Chocolate-covered strawberries for breakfast! Janelle was all embarrassed at me because I asked for a better seat than the waitress gave me initially. What? I’m in Vegas! My way or the highway! I should maybe keep the faces to myself tho…







The spread was impressive, but of course. The cool thing about this place was that they plate it all for you in junior-sized portions.













My gut isn’t as stretchy as it used to be. I only ate, like, three plates…in my prime I could easily do four or five. Wahhh

Satiated, we began our hotel tour from this point onwards. The Cosmopolitan was very trendy, colourful, and a-buzz with activity. From here we meandered next door to the infamous Bellagio.

















An old guy was hovering behind us creepily when we were standing on the moving sidewalks heading into the Bellagio lobby. Suddenly he chats to Janelle that he thought the print on my dress was actually my body, covered in tattoos. Wow. I just…don’t even know what to say except ‘Ow, that would hurt.’









Just off the Bellagio’s lobby they have this bizarre little garden-like area that looks like Willy Wonka decorated it.






I don’t see Brad Pitt or George Clooney anywhere. I find this odd.



I did end up buying a lovely pair of shoes from the shops at the Bellagio…which wasn’t that hard, actually, when the customer service was so good and there were sales and everything…Next up was Caesar’s Palace and…more shopping. Heavens! I will be broke before we get two hotels in at this pace.









From the second Janelle saw the giant bongs (that’s what I called them because it’s what they looked like) being carried around by people, full of alcohol, she had been planning on getting at least one for herself. Finding our first outlet at Caesar’s, we splurged. And a splurge it indeed was –$23 for a double-shot bottle. Whoo!








Drinking while shoe-shopping at Burberry. Now THIS is a vacation.












We were going to go halfers on the black cape in the middle…had it not been desert-like conditions outdoors and had we been flush(er) with slot winnings.



Next door was the Mirage which I apparently didn’t care too much about since I only took one picture there of this stock market-esque gambling area.



I cared even less about Treasure Island (to be honest, the inside wasn’t pirate-y enough for me) and only took a picture of the exterior. At least it was relatively cool-looking.



We eventually made our way to the end of the strip (in my opinion) and arrived at the Fashion Show Mall – home to Neiman Marcus and Saks Fifth Avenue – yay!



Though I had already splurged nearly a weeks’ salary on shoes, there is never enough shopping. The ladies at Saks got a real kick out of me trying on all these crazy sunglasses they just got in stock. Dress up at Saks!







The prices were…behooving. Linda Farrow is very proud of the sunglasses she makes.

We ate dinner at the food court in the mall and just sat, our butts sinking into the benches, dreading the walk back. We decided to hunt for a bus stop and ended up boarding the Strip Express for a ride home. Ahhhhhhh.









We were on the guestlist for Eve that night but decided to be lazy and just go to bed early. I opted to take some photos of my lovely new shoes.



That purchase should have been enough, but I couldn’t get those crazy sunglasses out of my head…