Well, I lurrved it. Las Vegas was everything I thought it would be... it was energizing and exciting. It was the perfect break. I'll break it down for you, by the numbers.
Zero: the amount of dollars we gambled. I just can't do it. It's not in my nature. We walked through all of the casinos and looked around, and on the last day, Veto suggested that maybe I should let that ten dollars of change ride in the slots. Well, I didn't have it on me, so I couldn't, but that's just as well. I mean, that's ten things from the dollar store, right?
Five: nights at Trump International Hotel. Located just off the strip, a stone's throw from the Wynn/Encore resort and across the street from Fashion Show Mall. The hotel has no casino, making it the perfect non-smoking and quiet haven from the chaos of Las Vegas Boulevard. The lobby smells amazing, filled with fresh orchids - I almost thought we were in Hawaii. The rooms were spacious, well appointed and luxurious. If you want to see Las Vegas but have a restful place to land at the end of the day, check in. Tell Donald that Saucy sent you.
Four: Jersey Boys singing. This show at the Palazzo was great. Saucy lurrves the jukebox musical genre and it is safe to say Veto might be getting on board, too. This is the story of Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons - it's a cross between Goodfellas and Dreamgirls. Toe-tapping but with swagger.
45 dollars: the cost of a straight-blade shave at Art of Shaving in the Mandalay Bay resort. Veto usually finds a barber for a shave when we travel, and it's worth it... especially for the photo op.
67 miles per hour: on the roller coaster at New York, New York. The ride took us up 200 feet, dropped us down 140 feet, spun us around and completely inverted us, all in under two minutes.
275,000: number of cupcakes sold per year at The Cupcakery. We each had one: Veto tried lemon, I tried Kir Royale. I am sorry to report that they were dry and crumbly, the frosting was too sweet and very thick and pasty-like. I've never been so disappointed with a cupcake, and you know I've pretty much never met a cupcake I didn't like. Plus, there was so much yellow dye in Veto's cake, it turned the inside of his lips yellow. I still kissed him.
1200: the number of jets in the water fountain show at The Bellagio. It was pretty awesome, we saw it on the last night. I was already a little nostalgic for Las Vegas by this point, knowing that we were leaving in the morning, and the Singin' In the Rain water number really thrilled me. Gene Kelly crooning nostalgia by the moonlight... it was just too much for me.
945: dollars for a pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes, just like the ones Carrie wore in Sex and the City when she finally married Big. They're for sale at the Manolo boutique at the Wynn Esplanade. No, I did not buy them. But I held them, and really, that's enough.
Five: Juicy Couture stores and outlets that I dragged Veto to in the greater Las Vegas area, some of them more than once. These stops were not just for looking, as I scored a small handbag, a charm for my bracelet, a jacket for Loopy exactly like this one from Glee, and a funky limited-edition numbered book of Juicy advertising art that needs some TLC and maybe even some embellishment but when I am finished with it, it will be downright bloggable.
Do you want to know what my favourite part of Las Vegas was?
Two Sasha Semenoffs
Meeting the famous Sasha Semenoff of the Sasha Semenoff Orchestra and Casino fame. I've followed his career for years, since we have the same name and all, and I finally got to meet him as he strolled through Maggio's Italian Restaurant. I told him "my name is Sasha Semenoff" and he replied, "yes, my name is Sasha Semenoff!", it was so very cute. When we finally established that his last name and my maiden name were the same, he looked absolutely shocked. We had a lovely visit, exchanged cards and had our photo taken together. "Look!" I said to him, "I'm the tallest Sasha Semenoff here tonight!"
You can read about Sasha's amazing life and career here.