Okay... Enough is enough. I'm tired. I think I'm ready to retire my suitcase for a few weeks.
Waking up in Vegas for day #3 all I can think is how nice my couch sounds back in Chicago. That sounds pathetic, I know. But I haven't seen that couch in almost nine days.
Here's the view from our room at Cosmopolitan. So don't get me wrong, I've a had great time. I'm just a bit Vegas'd out at the moment. Or maybe that's just the 37 drinks from last night talking... It was kind of a drastic change to go from the countryside of Tuscany, immediately to the sluttyside of the Las Vegas strip.
I got home Thursday evening around 10 p.m., dumped out my suitcase of scarves and boots, and replaced it with short dresses and high heels and was back at airport less than 12 hours later at 7:00 a.m. I was running on fumes, and still am.
Immediately upon landing we headed to the Cosmo pool and began boozing. And it feels like it hasn't stopped ever since. We've hit up all of the hot spots like Marquee, Chandelier bar, STK, and my favorite yet- the infamous Cosmopolitan breakfast buffet. The Country Inn just won't be the same now unfortunately.
Dinner at STK wasn't bad either. I mean if you're into things like lobster, steak, oysters, crab, ext. Which I think I kind of am. The atmosphere felt like a club within a restaurant. I pretty much hate clubs, but at STK I was feeling it.
I was also feeling the Cristal we were all sipping on. You know you're not a regular Cristal drinker when you pause to take a photo of it on your phone... Oh well, I'm from Nebraska. Andre is usually my drink of choice from a champagne flute.
We're heading to the Beatles show tonight and then flying home tomorrow. I can't wait to lay on my couch for hours on end. It's never sounded so amazing.
