Vegas Baby, Part 1

I'm breaking up our Vegas trip into parts. How many? No clue. But here is part 1 of part something.

We left on a Friday morning and boy were we not looking forward to the commute. Vienna- Paris- New York- Vegas. I get like tired flying to London. Our first stop in Paris was uneventful besides the fact we had to go through customs which had a dumb layout. Two lines with one counter = mass chaos and people with sharp elbows winning. Ugh. Once through we waited for our flight to the US of A praying for our own personal tv's on the flight. The deities granted us this wish and we spent 7 hours watching films and TV shows. It was beautiful. The fun started at JFK when we landed. When you arrive in JFK and still have another 5 and a half hours to fly you get to do another little customs visiten. Fun for me, not so much for The Husband. Now, he's an Austrian but was born in Nairobi. His parents were UN. Apparently this is a problem and this meant The Husband was hauled off to that room with police and I got to pick up the luggage. As a mellow, calm and demure person (I can't even type that with a straight face) I picked up the luggage and waited a long minute before making my way to that "room". "Don't you know who my daddy is?" seemed like a good defense but luckily that wasn't used. The guy with The Husband heard me outside and invited me in. We joked about the Olympic hockey game, he luckily wasn't a fan, G was released. We were on our way.

Well, after the 2 hour delay due to T-storms. Flying into Vegas was a pretty amazing sight and the airport is awesome. Slot machines and fast food joints. Our luggage didn't arrive. I teared up. We took a taxi ride for 5 minutes. Hello Hooters Casino Hotel! We're home! It was 2 o'clock in the morning and that meant beer to celebrate. We made it. It only took us 24 hours. That night we slept 6 hours in our "temporary" room until our "real" room would be ready. Now, originally we would have stayed at the Stratosphere or Sahara. I mentioned this to our friend Ramee who is an honorary citizen of Las Vegas who promptly said "Oh Hell No! Try Hooters!". The Husband was disappointed but sucked it up and booked Hooters. Seriously, best idea ever. Hooters is at the end of the strip to the right. It's across from MGM Grand and beside Motel 6. Unlike the other mega hotels, it's decently sized, you don't have to walk 30 million miles to get to your room, the Strip views are awesome and the pool area is great. It's a budget hotel but it's worth every cent. We loved it here. The price rocked too. More about Hooters later.

So, we awoke Saturday morning in Vegas sans luggage. We couldn't wait to get started so we headed to MacDonalds for breakfast. I refused to hit the Strip until my luggage arrived. I was wearing black, I felt like a douche. G discovered Egg and sausage mcmuffins. This was to be a staple in his diet the next two weeks. After breakfast we moved into our new room.. A room with a view I tell you what. There was Excalibur, Luxor, Mandalay Bay and New York, New York and Tropicana! Oh look, Judge Judy's on TV (I missed American TV). Our luggage eventually did arrive and I got to use deoderant and not wear leggings and ballerinas.. It finally felt like our trip was starting and we hit the Strip. It was incredible and loud and busy and people were drinking margeritas out of plastic guitars and I wanted one but the Husband said no and we had beer instead, American beer. We walked down to the Bellagio fountains (more on those later), we watched people, we made our way back and celebrated our first full day with a dinner at Denny's. We're class all the way..

Being back in North America after 3 years had a strange effect on me.. I got a Southern Accent. Seriously.. It was weird. It lasted a couple of days (like a rash). But the one thing that struck me was how FRIENDLY everyone was! I mean seriously FRIENDLY. It weirded us out initially but we got in the swing of things.. nobody talked to us...

I have to go and like scrub the apartment. It's a mess and I'm wearing a pink bathrobe and I just noticed I have like 3 pairs of fake eyelashes on my desk..

Happy Monday!