I've written several posts on this blog and then gotten so frustrated trying to get them put up that I gave up. I'm not good at this blogging thing, but I’m going to give it another shot…
June 2010- We took a trip to Las Vegas and stayed in the Trump Hotel .
We hit the road at 6:30 am Saturday morning...stopped at Harts, got gas, filled up my 44 ouncer of diet pepsi and an AMP energy drink for Chad. I didn't need a pit stop all the way until Beaver. That's a record. We got to St. George around 10:30 and to my disappointment, Jimmy Johns was not open. So we stopped at the Del Taco for a late breakfast/early lunch.
We rolled into Las Vegas around noon and headed to our hotel - the Trump International. "Donald, you outdid yourself." Valet took our car, unloaded our bags, and we didn't have to wait in line for more than 5 minutes to check in. The lobby was clean and smelled like Gardenias. Every employee there smiled at us and welcomed us. They did all but roll out the red carpet. Our room was on the 48th floor with a city view - and it was amazing. There was a Subzero fridge, flat screen tv, huge closets with Trump bathrobes and hangers that actually could be removed from the closet to hang your things on. The bathroom was the coolest thing ever. Inside was a double vanity with a freaking TV in the mirror. To the left, a GIGANTIC jetted tub. I could lay down inside with my head at one end and my feet at the other- I could have drowned in there. It was like my own private hot tub, but without seats. And you could take a bubble bath, WHILE watching a movie. (Which I did.) To the right of the vanity were two large glass doors...inside door number one- the toilet, WITH a soft closing toilet seat AND a telephone. ( In case you were in there and you ran out of toilet paper, I guess you could call someone...?) Door number two was the shower- good water pressure, and a very spacious. I was very happy. Since our room was so awesome, we didn't feel bad about having an early night back at the hotel. We walked to Caesar's Palace and browsed the Forum shops, ate at the Cheesecake Factory for dinner, then headed back to relax in our luxurious suite.
Sunday morning- our big fabulous day- we got up and headed out into the hot air and sunshine. We walked down and almost made it to Caesar's when Chad met a bum. He told Chad that he was a professional window tinter and a plumber, his favorite metal bands were REO Speedwagon, Bon Jovi, and Paris Hilton. He went on about how he got hit by a car once and so he can't remember anything, but he thought Chad looked like a guy in a movie with J-Lo and a hot tub time machine. After that, we went to Margaritaville for lunch, then the Coke Factory. The M&M factory had as many M&M's in it as it did children...but the best part of all was when I turn around to see Chad bent over holding his leg...I asked him what he was doing and he said he got kicked. "What?!" I exclaimed. He said "Yeah, that little kid over there just came up and kicked me!". My mouth was open with disgust looking around for this little hoodlum when I saw Chad looking at me dumbfounded. "Are you serious?" he asked. No one kicked him...he was just fixing his sock. Next we made our way to the New York New York, previously my favorite Las Vegas hotel...we butted some Hispanic boyfriends in the rollercoaster line, which made me a little nervous- there were four of them and only one of Chad. :) The rollercoaster was awesome- as always.
We took a taxi back to our hotel after the yummiest rocky road ice cream cone ever- our feet were killing us. We changed into our fancy clothes, made dinner reservations at Trump Restaurant, and later were seated in our own private booth...the food was excellent, and delicious.
The next morning, we slept in, then packed our bags and checked out. Valet brought our car up and left two cold bottles of water in the cup holder for us. Our last stop was the Palms Casino...we played around there for a while, saw a drag queen in really tight pants and a bad wig, and didn't win a million dollars. Can't wait to go back!
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