My 35th birthday celebration in Vegas was a triumph of glitz, romance, and complete leisure! Thanks to my unwavering loyalty to Delta airlines, I flew in the front cabin all the way from BWI (dropped my kid and the dog with the 'rents on the DE shore) to Las Vegas. We had a significant delay, causing us to miss our reservation at B&B, but 2 movies and free cocktails kept me happy until I crashed onto the luxe cool cotton bedding in our room at Encore. The next morning we woke up and went to mass at the church right next door--we could literally see it from our window. We picked up some lunch at, um, Ping Pong Thai Restaurant, ahem, and headed back to the room to watch the World Cup finals. Then it was down to the pool. Oh, pool, I miss you. The first day we hit the European pool. Initially we were delighted by the ban on noisy, splashy kids (or even quiet ones) and the friendly cocktail waitresses, but we soon grew tired of all the greasy dudes on the prowl and the sort of partial nudity that just did not seem "European" in the traditional sense. I mean, go to Nice, and, well, it's just not quite the same sort of nude. You know?
Anyway, in the days to come we welcomed the normalizing factor that kiddies add to the whole pool scene. And Mojitos were still available at all the pools, so it was all good.
Restaurants. Okay, first night L'Atelier Joel Robuchon. Tasting menu. Really incredible. We sprung for the wine pairings, too. Night two: Thomas Keller's Bouchon. Great cocktails, escargot, frites, spinach, dessert. Disappointing steaks. Night three: Nobu! Wow. Yes! Fun server. Really yummy Matsuhisa cocktails. Sushi to die for. Another amazing birthday dessert (my husband arranged for me to have them each night! LOVE him).
It was the last night, after Nobu in the Hard Rock Hotel, that we finally got around to gambling. Those cocktails at Nobu, plus the ones served up by the ladies in the studded bras in the casino made losing $12 in the slots the most fun thing EVER. And with goofy pop music, hardly anyone around, hubby busy losing money at the tables--I had myself my own little chair dance party.
Who said 35 isn't awesome? Vegas rocked it. I came home refreshed and excited to see my kid. I got a tan. And the whole thing started off on my actual birthday with a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and a bracelet from Tiffany. Hubby kicked it in the ding ding this birthday.
So, back to real life. Still REALLY missing London. Getting a little nuts with home improvements, but that's a good thing. Looking forward to Italy at the end of next month--but I can't start living holiday to holiday. What can I do to spice it up around here? I am thinking it's time to throw a party.