|Mandalay Bay 67th Floor Lounge|
We got into Vegas around 7:30ish Friday night. We stayed at Trump International the first night. Beautiful hotel, no casino...so definitely a different feel to it than other Vegas accommodations. What I loved most the gigantic bathtub that washed away all the airport goo. Eric and I cleaned up and then headed out to explore the strip. We debated eating at a little authentic taco stand down by the Riviera...the line was out the door so it had to be good. But upon a closer look at the menu, beef tongue tacos just didn't seem too appetizing. So we passed on that, but each time we walked by the joint for the remainder of the week it was still packed shoulder to shoulder. I guess the next time you are in Vegas and you are feeling adventurous, check this place out and let me know if we missed a great opportunity. Instead, we headed down the Mirage so I could finally taste one of those amazing Corned Beef sandwiches from Carnegie Deli which I have heard Eric talk about so much. After getting caught in some serious Treasure Island show traffic, we finally made it to our destination only to find out that the deli is under construction and would be closed the entire time we were in Vegas. Then we got trapped inside Treasure Island on our way back to our hotel, only to wander aimlessly for 45 minutes trying to find an exit from the casino. This trip was starting to feel like a real "Reinholt" experience...
|Sandi's favorite free Vegas snacks! Parasol Bar, Wynn|
|Eric sporting his early November beard at the PepperMill|
|Sangria at the Parasol Bar|
|Outside The Palazzo Hotel|
Monday morning...yuck. Eric had to get up bright and early to get to his conference. I decided to explore our hotel in more depth and had brunch pool side at a darling cafe. It was a bit pricey, but my gigantic cup of coffee and avocado omelet were totally worth it. As was eavesdropping on the table next to me mention "Mario" so casually in their conversation 100 times. (Mario Batali?? Now after being home and carefully investigating the matter, I realize they were talking about Mario Balotelli, some soccer player, which makes MUCH more sense considering conversation I was able to overhear with clarity.) Next, I headed down the pool for a few hours and managed to get some nice sun on the face. This was really wonderful but did make me a big sad that I didn't have two more days ahead of me to lounge around this body of water.
|Nice and early for the show. Just how I like it.|
|Le Reve. Interpretive swimming is confusing. But beautiful.|
Monday night Eric and I took a cab down to Mandalay Bay to have drinks and light appetizers on the 64th Floor Lounge. The view was really spectacular, cozy and romantic atmosphere. We then headed over to the Excalibur and sat down at another Pai Gow table. I wouldn't call our table mates as lively or engaging, but again we left with money in our pockets. Back to the hotel for a very late dinner and then down for my last sleep at The Wynn. Left early the next morning for the airport and Eric stayed on another night to finish up his conference. Coming home from vacation isn't that bad at all when you have a pretty girl to come home to, especially when she seems to change so much over the course of a few days. She had plenty of fun on her adventures with Gangy and though she was a snuggle bug when I got home, I don't think she was traumatized by us leaving at all. She has gotten some pleasure out of the snow globe we brought home and the book about the Little House on the Hill.
Eric told me last night that he think next year or the year after the conference will be help in Orlando, Florida. Oh boy...won't that be an adventure.