This was to be our last day in Vegas, so we had to make it
count! In the morning, some of the group went shooting, and the rest of us
decided to put our comfy shoes on and go shopping.
Into a taxi we clambered, which whisked us off to the
Premium Brands Outlets. This is a massive open-air mall complex on the
outskirts of town, with designer brands at knock-down prices. We set ourselves
a time limit and shopped like fiends.
This was where I first made the acquaintance of Skechers Go
Walks. I hadn’t quite understood the fanaticism of their wearers before then…
but now, of course, I do. They really are the most comfortable shoe ever
invented, and I practically lived in them from that moment forward.
Once we’d shopped ourselves silly, we whipped back to the
hotel just long enough to dump our purchases and rendezvous with the
bloodthirsty shooters at Gordon Ramsay’s ‘BURGR’ restaurant, where we duly
admired their bullet-ridden t-shirts and zombie posters as we tucked into the
most delicious burgers I’ve ever encountered. The truffle parmesan fries were a
trifle salty, but that was ok, I’d run out of room for them anyway.
Afterward, we decided to check out the swanky rooftop pool party at Drai's. Cover charge was $20 for women and $30 for the men, and the bouncer looked us up and down critically. I'm fairly sure he only let us in because he suspected Nigel might be a celebrity.
Up on the roof, I could see why. Everyone was young, thin, tanned and toned, with a decent amount of surgical enhancement in evidence wherever you looked. We were by far the oldest, flabbiest, palest and hairiest group there. Nevertheless, we ordered expensive drinks (but for some reason didn't order the $375,000 bottle of wine on the menu), got in the pool and shook our thangs with the beautiful people. Keely got excited when she spotted (and took a covert photo of) Adam Lambert.
A quick five-minute change into our glad rags, and then it was time for drinks at
the Bellagio in the Baccarat Bar. We hastily downed these so we could keep our
appointment at Mon Ami Gabi – they don’t wait around to give away the table if
your party doesn’t show!
The food at Mon Ami Gabi was delicious, of course – the
French Onion soup had come highly recommended by tour guide Jessica, and it was
everything she promised it would be.
Afterwards, we killed a little time at the slot machines in
Paris until it was time to meet the limo. Emma and I had great fun winning
money on the Lord of the Rings and The Hangover games. They do make them exciting.
In the limo, we cracked open our duty free and caroused our
way around the city, with stops at the Vegas sign for photos, and at Fremont
Street to take in the party atmosphere and hear a guy do the best Michael
Jackson cover ever (with the moves, to boot!). Then on to the Mirage to see the
volcano erupt – which, unhelpfully, it neglected to do before our time was up
and the limo whisked us, tired Cinderellas, back to the Bellagio. | |
| At the Mirage |
While the others continued the party back at the hotel,
Keely and I stopped at the Bellagio Fountain for its last show of the evening –
aptly, the Star Spangled Banner.
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| Fremont Street |
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