Can I first just say that I freaking adore Vegas: bottle-service, free champagne, open bars, stretch Escalade Limousines, hot NYC Firefighters (um AND cops), New York and New Jersey accents (“Ya he’s my cuz! Fuggedaboudit!”), delicious food, Vodka and the beach at Mandalay Bay?
Our view of the “beach”;
so-called because they trucked in 14 acres of sand
Beach + Hot Lifeguards + Beer + Sunshine
= Alice in Heaven
No big deal
I have lots of stories to tell and about a mess-zillion (see what I did there?) pictures were taken but for now I’m heading to my own bed for the first time since surviving a week in Vegas