Viva Las Vegas, Where the Neon Signs Flash Your Name - part 1

Going to Vegas for Christmas was an excellent idea. There was a bit of airline craziness going down (it took 6 hours) but it was smooth sailing on the way home. We had so much fun - checking out all the Christmas glitz in the hotel lobbies, dressing up in our Vegas clothes to see Cirque Du Soleil, people watching in the casinos, drinking champagne straight from the bottle - all the stuff you have to do when you're in Vegas.

We had fabulous weather so we spent a lot of time outside. We got to see the fountains outside the Bellagio at night (the 1 thing I really wanted to do)

and we rode the rollercoaster that goes outside around New York New York (the 1 thing that S really wanted to do.) We actually did the rollercoaster twice and both times I thought I was going to vomit. Scariest rollercoaster I have been on. Ever.

We stayed at the Luxor, which was nice. We had a bit of a Seinfeld moment when we tried to check into our pyramid deluxe room ("See, you know how to take the reservation, you just don't know how to *hold* the reservation and that's really the most important part of the reservation, the holding. Anybody can just take them.") Our plane landed so late that they had already given away all the pyramid rooms. The whole point of staying at the Luxor was so that we could stay in the pyramid (clearly S got to pick the hotel) so it was very disappointing. Disappointing, that is, until they upgraded us to a player's suite. Everytime we walked into the room, S would say "playa!" which made the whole thing worth while.

That, and the jacuzzi.