What comes to mind when you think of Vegas – alcohol, partying, casinos strippers, no sleep, buffets, scandalous shows. Now think of doing all of this with your parents.
Since I was a kid, my mom & dad loved going to Vegas. They’d take off on a Friday evening after work and red-eye it back in on Monday morning. They aren’t big drinkers, but they love the city. I on the other hand would rather spend that kind of money on a trip elsewhere (preferably put that money towards somewhere international) but it’s nice that it’s a 4 hour plane ride from Houston and has ANYthing that tickles your fancy (or other things if you’re freaky – hey, it’s Vegas!)
Back at Christmas time, all my mom said she wanted was a family trip to Vegas for her birthday. All her kids are now over 21 and she’s ready to party with us. (TOTES kidding) So we started planning. Last time I went, was summer ’14; being in the desert, I felt like I was baking during the day. While it was still fun, the weather was very unpleasant, so I was looking forward to a Spring Break trip there this time to enjoy the light heat during the day and coolness at night.
I kept things as simple as possible since I was only taking a small carry on. Dresses and a pair of overalls, statement kicks and minimal makeup.
That first day was a doozey! Bae and I headed in early Friday morning to meet my sister and my cunado for brunch at Wicked Spoon, 6 bottles of champagne between the 4 of us and two 32 oz mojitos later, no pictures were taken (thank God!).
Day 2 was much better. I hydrated before bed, so I didn’t wake up with a hangover. But was I 100% Gucci? No. But nothing that a walk along the strip and some drinks couldn’t fix.
Out of the handful times of visiting Vegas, I had never been to one of the shows. Next time you visit Sin City – check out La Reve at the Wynn. It was an amazing production. And a great reason to dress up and debut one of my favorite spring trends – embroidered heels. And we all know how walking in Vegas can be, but these were surprisingly comfortable to walk in. (still doesn’t mean I didn’t get a GNARLY blister on my big toe)
Here’s to keeping it classy in Vegas… this time.
The Glam Greek