Viva Las Vegas!
So, the cat is out of the bag. I went to Vegas for a week. I had. A. BLAST.
People have asked me to tell them what I did while I was in Vegas.
My response is always "You don't want to know" which is always met with "Oh, BUT NOW I MUST HEAR EVERYTHING."
So, keeping in mind that you REALLY don't want to know because honestly, you will be disgusted with how completely NERDY I am, here is the rundown:
Works of Fiction Read: 2
Technical Manuals Read: 2
Crossword Puzzles Completed (IN PEN, PEOPLE, IN PEN): 4
Reports on Search Engine Optimization Read, Highlighted, and Notes Written in the Margins: 1
Celebrities Spotted: 0
Shoes purchased: 4
Elvis Sightings: 2
Super Nasty Ankle-length Dreadlock Sightings: 1
Length of Time it Takes the Bellhop to Show Up After You Check In And All You Want To Do Is Get Out Of Your Dirty Airplane Clothes And Get In Bed But You Can't Because While Said Bellhop May Have Seen A Lot Of Things While Working As A Bellhop In Vegas, There Are Still Some Things That Really Don't Need To Be Seen: 1.5 hours (SUPER AWESOME!)
Gambling: None, unless you count ordering room service from a man who does not speak the English language.
Here are a few more of the highlights:
This is what happens when I cannot decide what to pack and just pack IT ALL. (And yet, look at how clever I am with the train o' luggage?)
Cliché Vegas photograph.
The view from my hotel room—HOW MUCH DOES THIS RULE?!
Another view from my hotel room.
My view at night. The nights in Vegas were SO AWESOME. (Can I possibly use the word "awesome" any more? Does someone need a Thesaurus for Christmas?)
I stayed in the Tropicana, an older hotel on the strip. My room had mirrored ceilings and walls.
Let me repeat: MIRRORED. CEILINGS. AND. WALLS.
The mirror above my bed served to remind me that I have an unused gym membership. The mirror on the wall served to remind me that one of the best things about arms is that if you keep them at your sides while you're laying on your back, your boobs won't slide into your armpits.
I was on the 18th floor.
This is a photo of the "I DeClair" from The Claim Jumper. It was as big as my head (which, given my Hassell genes, is saying something). I couldn't even eat two bites a tenth a quarter half of it.
Lastly, you know you had a great vacation when you come home with a smiley face on your arm. (Not a tattoo. That would ruin my all awesome Nerd cred.)
How nice your new red bag looks on top of that pile o' luggage!
When you say you bought four shoes, do you mean four shoes or four pairs of shoes? Also, I can't quite make out what the I DeClair is, a dessert with tons of whipped cream or a salad made with a whole head of iceberg lettuce?
I must know the exact degree of fun you had. I must!
Posted by: Sara | 30 November 2006 at 08:38 AM
Sara: I love you because you asked the question I was thinking!
It looks like it was a great trip, I must get to Vegas soon!
Posted by: M | 30 November 2006 at 08:46 PM
Two pair of shoes—one of which happen to be 4 inch Kenneth Cole heels which I've tried to wear every day this week.
The I'Declair is a giant chocolate elcair with whipped cream (not lettuce HELLO, MY NAME IS JERILYN) and custard and chocolate sauce.
The exact degree of fun was EIGHTY because that's how warm it was the entire week I was there.
Posted by: Jerilyn | 30 November 2006 at 10:46 PM
The nerds would've just shunned you for getting a tattoo...especially one as hardcore as a smiley face. :)
Posted by: John | 01 December 2006 at 05:03 AM
How exciting!
It really does look like you had fun, even if you did really nerdy things like read while in Vegas!
I'm with you as far as my views on gambling. Gambling for me is catching a taxi by someone who only knows how to say "Okay" in english after I tell them my destination four times.
Posted by: Starla | 01 December 2006 at 08:03 AM
Viva las vegas! Thpppt! Ole!
Posted by: RedHot | 01 December 2006 at 04:11 PM
I have nothing to say.
Posted by: Zippy | 01 December 2006 at 06:39 PM
Mirrors on the walls AND ceiling? I don't think I'd like to see myself reflected that many times. Looks cool, though.
Posted by: ekb | 03 December 2006 at 06:53 PM
Oy... the photos, the text... makes me want to go back to Vegas again. I've been three times, and each time it's a different, yet somewhat comforting and familiar experience. Consistent good times!
Yay you!
Posted by: It's Me... Maven | 28 December 2006 at 02:41 PM
Hey, I just stumbled upon your blog and love it - what a hoot! Thanks!
Posted by: JP | 24 January 2007 at 04:46 PM
He can tell that in my most likely it could do is giant boobs in contact with.
Posted by: wahate | 09 July 2007 at 09:00 AM