I'm going back in time a bit to write this post. This actually took place near the middle of November. I uploaded the pics to blogger a while back, but still never got around to writing. So here we are, Dec 20. Let's hope I still remember the details.
Way back in August, I turned 40, and instead of putting 40 flamingos on the front yard, Julie thought she would take me to the Flamingo. What a great present! So our trip was booked for November and Julie's cousin has very generously volunteered to watch our angels while we were away.
November 7th, we took off on our first 'couple' holiday since we had children. It was awesome. Julie had booked us a limo to take us from the airport to the hotel. We're going to Vegas, we might as well do it up right. We landed at about 8:30 pm Vegas time and were greeted by our driver holding the sign for Julie. How cool is that?! We were treated to a bottle of champagne and he drove us to our hotel and around to see a bit more of the strip. We were already having the time of our lives.
We walked around the strip a bit more that evening just taking in the sights. The next three days were filled with exploring the strip and Freemont Street, shopping and lots of walking. And shopping. And we got tattoos. We had another limo tour booked to tour the strip, the famous sign and Freemont Street. The weather was unseasonably cool there, so some of the shows (like the pirates at Treasure Island) were cancelled. These were part of the limo tour, so we had some extra time. Our driver asked us if we watched 'Pawn Stars' and we said that we had seen it, so he took us to the pawn shop. It was pretty neat to see, but nothing very big or showy. It looks more impressive on TV. At Freemont Street, we decided to do the zip line. That was very cool. Neither of us had ever done one before, so what better place than over top of hundreds of peoples' heads in Vegas. What a rush. Julie also got to compare tongues with Gene Simmons there (ok, not the real Gene Simmons, but she had him beat, no problem).
We rented a car for one day and spent most of the day doing some serious damage at the outlet malls. Let's just say we went down with two half-full suitcases and came back with three zipper-bursting ones.
One of our dining experiences was at this little restaurant right off the strip called 'The hole in the wall'. Some of Julie's friends recommended it - said the food and atmosphere were great. It started out good. We were serenaded by a little old accordion player who knew where Saskatoon was. The soup was great and the unlimited garlic bread and wine were nice too. By the time our main course was there, some commotion occurred at a table close to us. As it turns out, they had a cockroach come out of their salad! Did I mention we had the soup? Whew! The two women at the table freaked out and were ready to leave. One husband was supportive of this decision, but the other wasn't. "What's the big deal? The place is called the hole in the wall. What do you expect? You just got to roll with it." He was not winning his battle, so he poured himself some more wine before they left. I don't think we'll go there the next time we're in Vegas.
We celebrated our eleventh anniversary while we were down there and took things a notch more upscale and dined at the Wynn. A little nicer than the hole in the wall.
There is so much to see there, we didn't even come close. We didn't get to any shows or the wax museum. But our days were filled and we were tired by the end. I guess that just means we have to go back. Here are some of the highlights:
And the girls were kept so busy by Auntie that I'm not even sure they missed us. They went to a movie, the Fun Factory, the museum and did all kinds of other fun stuff. It sure was nice knowing they were in good hands. It sure was nice to see them all at the airport when we got home too. We missed the little stinkers after all. Later.