Viva! Viva! Las Vegas, is back baby.
My girl friend and I were in desperate need of a good, long weekend of proper fun. Indulgent, booty shaking, dressed to the 9s kind of fun- the kind that only Vegas could offer. I unapologetically love Vegas and believe that with a little bit of “openminded-ness” you all can love it too.
It had been over two years since my last visit to Sin City, and I am pleased to report that post-Covid Vegas is just as delightful as ever.
We flew in on a Friday evening and after building a Chipotle base, primping for an hour and a half, and taking way too many mirror pictures of outfits, we ended up at a table at Hakkasan– front and center to watch Loud Luxury play.
We kicked off the next day with brunch at one of my favorite morning spots in Vegas: Sadelle’s– it’s trè cute and they make a mean coffee cocktail that will dissolve any lingering hangover.
After a wander down the Las Vegas Strip, we spent the afternoon at a cabana at Wet Republic, which was complete with a private pool and limitless Don Julio 1942. (This won’t come as a surprise to most of you, but the idea of stepping into the people, booze and bodily fluid soup that is a public pool on a hot day is my idea of a nightmare- so the private mini pool was really a treat.)
We got dropped off at our hotel in a party bus, did a quick outfit change and hustled over to Catch for our Saturday evening reservation which I had scored that afternoon. After an incredible dinner of sushi & steak, we went to go see “O” by Cirque Du Soleil– a breathtaking aquatics show that had us holding our breaths at times and crying laughing at others. We popped in to Omnia for a few glasses of Moët and ended the night at Zouk to watch Tiesto DJ.
I’ll pause for a moment to explain how our whirlwind of fun spots came about- I was in charge of dining and entertainment for our trip, and my girl friend was the “Director of Fun”. She had connections and ensured we were taken care of the entire weekend. Our hosts, security guards around us and staff everywhere went above and beyond to make sure we were always having fun and mostly importantly- always safe. I was able to get our hotel stay for the weekend comped, scored front and center show tickets for a fraction of the cost (highly recommend buying last minute single tickets near one another- we paid $80 for $220 tickets to Cirque Du Soleil!), and asked a local nightlife host for help snagging one of the hardest reservations in the city.
We capped off the weekend with dinner at Beauty and Essex, a few rounds of the flower drink at the Chandelier Bar at The Cosmopolitan, and a table at XS Las Vegas to watch Diplo perform.
Oh and the cherry on top? I missed my flight the next morning. But hey- at least I can say that we did Vegas right.