The neon lights, the bright, inviting glow that cast off literally everything... I was so in love with all of the textures, patterns, lights and tiling everywhere. There wasn't a single detail that Vegas seemed to miss. (Which is good, because with the super high prices on everything, they better not miss any details!)
The next morning we slept in until about 10, which was the latest we could possibly rationalize allowing ourselves to stay in bed in a city like Vegas. I woke up to CB walking through the door with a McDonalds Egg White Delight in tow.... I knew I loved that kid, y'all.
We left the MGM, popped into Walgreens for a $2.99 Miller Light Tallboy and went for a stroll outdoors, passing NYNY, Paris, the Cosmopolitan and finally found ourselves at the mesmerizing Christmas display at the Bellagio.
After each spending (and losing) $20 in a poker machine to receive a "free" drink, we laughed at how ridiculous that was and headed to my favorite part of the trip, The Neon Museum. The Neon Museum could easily have its own post. It's a boneyard filled with old Vegas signs, and the most photogenic, instagram-worthy tour you could ever imagine.
That night, CB took me out for my birthday dinner at one of the restaurants in Paris where I was treated to absolutely delicious oysters and steak.
Also, no cardigan y'all!
Nah, not just yet, I don't think my wallet can handle anymore $22 cocktails.