Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Vegas: A sugar-free fail worth every bite.

While Oz and I used to go to Vegas at least once per year, this little daycare that we call a family has hampered our ability to travel in recent years.  Since this was our second trip to Vegas in 10 months (thanks to the Grandma's), I think we may be getting back on track.  

On this trip, we went back to our old haunt, the Venetian. Of course, there are newer, hipper places to stay, but I love the old world style.  

And, we got a "good deal" on rooms.  By "good deal", I mean that our kids may still get to go to college, but they will have to eat Ramen noodles until then.

Upon our arrival at the hotel, the first thing we did was drop our bags in our rooms and grab a cocktail at the first bar we saw.  Then we had a little photo session.  

A little PDA is okay.

But, too much makes me squeamish.

We even caught a smile from Easy-Go Joe.  Could be that Elizabeth was goosing him or something.

Dinner on Friday night was good but nothing to write home about.  We were in a hurry to hit the strip so we had some sandwiches from the "food court" in the Venetian.  

Later that night, Elizabeth and I hit that same food court up again while the boys gambled away our retirements.

The peanut butter cup cupcakes were a little dry - as mini cupcakes tend to be.  But, the loaded cheese fries (complete with carnival cheese) totally hit the spot.  Remember when I said that I might even eat bacon.  Well, there it is.  I dig on swine.

The next morning, we headed to the gym.  Unfortunately, I forgot my gym shoes at home so I had to buy new shoes before they would let me into the gym.  Some people Oz might not understand why, when faced with such adversity, I would pay $130 for new shoes when I could just go back to bed, but that's not how I roll.  I wanted in that gym.  So, here are my new  shoes:

By the time I finally made it into the gym, Elizabeth was already done with her workout.  I did Bryson's Friday workout (which I missed the day before) and then rowed for a bit.

After breakfast, I found a still-possibly-drunk-from-the-night-before Oz eating breakfast by the pool.  I joined him and ordered an egg white omelet with mushrooms, spinach, and Gruyere cheese.  I substituted the breakfast potatoes for some fruit . . . and a Bloody Mary.  It's Vegas for crying out loud.  And, I was dehydrated from my workout.

We spent the next 6 hours by the pool.  

Oz either had a good night at the tables the night before or felt guilty about the money he had lost so he treated Elizabeth and I to a cabana.  The man knows how to vacation in style.  

Lunch by the pool was a chicken cashew salad with balsamic dressing.

Because all that laying around in the sun and reading old US Weekly magazines really worked up our appetites, we also had another Peanut Butter Cup cupcake.  This time we shared a full size.    

Not dry.  Perfect.  And, we found the COOKIE TO RIVAL ALL COOKIES.  

The "Better Nutter Butter"  was two peanut butter cookies with a shmear of sweet peanut butter in the middle.  I WILL figure out how to make these.  

Saturday night we had sushi.  I didn't take any pictures, but everyone was pretty satisfied . . . though my particular order was the fail of the table.  Nevertheless, here we are fat and happy afterwards.

Sunday Funday was more of the same. Another workout.

Another day by the pool . . . sans the cabana.

And, another salad and two more Better Nutter Butters.  

In the late afternoon, the boys hit the tables and we hit the shops.  I didn't even change out of my swimsuit.  Classy.  I felt kind of bad trying on clothes . . . cause I was nasty.

After we cleaned up, we made the forty mile walk from the Venetian to City Center for dinner.   On the way, I got a huge blister, and we ran into this guy.  

Dinner was Thai food, and it was delicious. It's too bad that I didn't get a picture of my dinner because it was the win of the table . . . though Easy-Go-Joe might want to fight me for the honor.

We had to be at the airport early Monday morning for our 6:30 a.m. flight.  At the airport, we hit the Cinnabon. 

I didn't look up the stats on my original cinnabon until later but they were mind-blowing.  

When I go on a trip, I always bring my kids a little something.  From this escapade, the Tiny Princess scored a Hello Kitty hoodie (the girl loves a hoodie), and Easy-E got a Texas Rangers hat. Clearly, my gifts are more about easing my guilty conscience than demonstrating where I've been.  

However, as I was walking through Caesar's Palace on Sunday night, something in a store window caught my attention for my little D-man.   

As expected, he loved the Caesar robe (believe it or not, the hat was already in his wardrobe).  Hugh Hefner watch out.

I was going to get up at 4:45 this morning and run, but when my alarm went off I called it a dirty name and threw it across the room.   Even with two more hours of sleep, I feel and look like the walking dead today.  It's going to take a lot of this to get through the day.

Time to detox.  No more sugar.  No more alcohol . . . for a while.


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