(Day 3) Bloody Sunday

”That’s what you get for waking up in Vegas…”

The day started out reasonably normal – we were getting ready and I had just washed my hair, when every hole in my face started spilling blood (except my eyes – do they count as face holes?) Once I started to realize how much I was losing, I started to panic, which sent poor little Janelle into a panic. I made her pull out my health insurance card and call them, while I remained hovering about the bathroom sink. Two hours and an entire box of Kleenex later, I coughed up my last blood clot. Heavens! I really didn’t want to go to the hospital in America – they charge lottery-level amounts of money for just a glance. So we cautiously headed on our merry way, back onto the strip to explore on this (apparently) bloody Sunday.

We ate lunch at The Sporting House Bar & Grill at New York New York, for which I had the foresight to buy a Groupon. They had a TV at every table with every sport at your fingertips! This would be a good place to come to during playoffs…







We boarded the bus and headed out of town, into the desert. I wanted to go to this supposedly fabulous Designer Clearance store out in the annex of the outlet mall (touted as so fabulous in FASHION magazine), and so we trudged in the unrelenting heat where only tumbleweeds roam.



Sure, they had some Giuseppe Zanotti shoes and the occasional Proenza Schouler dress, but at $650, it was still a little steep. We drowned our sorrows with some super-super-sized Chilled Glaces at the nearest McDonalds. America, ya’ll.

We eventually made our way back into town, but not before Janelle managed to make friends with some creeper named Reggie at the bus stop. Why, Janelle, why oh why must you always make friends with some weirdies? This guy randomly asked her if she had any paper bills in the course of a “normal” conversation and she pointed out that he kept eyeing her LV bag. YEAH. Exactly why we keep to ourselves in America!



We took the bus down to the far end of the Strip where we finished yesterday and I gave in to my weak will against those ridiculous Linda Farrow glasses at Saks. Sheesh.









I was beside myself when I remembered that the Wynn houses one of the Alexander McQueen flagships – DEAD.



I didn’t buy anything…after all, I had already bought the Prada flats yesterday and the obscene Linda Farrow glasses today, so I just looked…with my hands…at every piece in the store. Seriously, running your fingers over Alexander McQueen creations is just a little bit glorious.



We finally managed to get some waitress to give us drinks when sitting in a casino! Janelle was thrilled so in order to keep the drinks coming, she gambled away $5 verrrry slowlllly.



The Palazzo and the Venetian were next…grandious as they were, the shopping malls were a little dearth.




Less humid than the real thing.







After battling the crowds at the Venetian for a place to eat, we settled for this little “al fresco” place…that we shovelled down at a record pace because our bus tickets were going to expire. Heh…



Once we made it home, we got ready for clubbing once again – the Sunday night spot in Vegas for sure has to be The Bank at the Bellagio…you’ll see why when you get inside…







We were on the guest list again and this time we were VIP’s…good taste, Bank! We danced for hours straight in the VIP section on top of a booth of some very accommodating Italian boys. It was everything you imagine Vegas to be – free-flowing Grey Goose, killer DJs, beautiful people, invites back to the Penthouse suite for the after-party (for real – lol), and dollar bills falling from the ceiling. Janelle and I, being the Mennonites that we are, grabbed a total of $52 between the two of us – only in Vegas. We danced well into the early hours of Janelle’s birthday – and what a party it was. We arrived back at the hotel room to take in the last night views of Vegas before our departure tomorrow.