We picked up our car and made the slow crawl along the Las Vegas strip with all the other revellers heading there for the weekend. It gave us a good opportunity to see if there was anything new and to spot some very odd sights too. It really is a place where anything goes I guess!
We made it to the Trump Towers, owned by the next President of the USA? ummm…no I don’t think so either, and checked in. By accident our bags got to the room before us after a slight detour at the bar but as the bell boy said, it is Vegas.
The hotel was amazing and we had a great view of the Las Vegas Strip from our room but enough of looking at the view. It was time to head out and explore. We were packed into a shuttle bus along with a group of Irish party goers who funnily enough are from the same town my Grandma was – small world! We parted ways at Caesar Palace where it then took us half an hour to find our way back out again. They really do want to try to keep you in their hotels at all costs!
It was then a long, very hot walk from Caesar Palace to The Mandarin. Well it wasn’t so much long as absolutely sweltering! We got stuck into the crowds and followed all sorts of groups along the way from stags, hens, workers to suited and booted people. Worryingly, as it was past ten by then, there was quite a few people walking around with tiny babies and young children. I think they may have got lost on the way to Disney? Either that or they hadn’t quite understood the plot of Hangover.
We finally made it to The Mandarin and headed up to 23rd Floor to have a cocktail, or two, in the Mandarin Bar. The view of the Strip was absolutely phenomenal and what could be better than enjoying it listening to live music and soaking in the atmosphere. It felt very serene compared to the sweaty bustle we had just walked through and, thankfully, a lot cooler!
It was then time to head to Aria, where after an impromptu stop for Pizza with a bemused lady telling us they were open 24 hours when we asked what time they closed, we headed to the roulette table and lost. Luckily, we know when to stop and decided to try our luck back at the bars where we ended up at the Parasol Bar.
It was an amazingly colourful bar in the middle of a casino with lots of fair lights, greenery and things hanging from the ceiling. It was also a great spot for people watching, or watching people stumble by after Vegas starts to get the better of them. Well, it can happen to the best and most hardy of people.
Still for us the night was young and we headed to Tryst to watch Arty DJ in front of a gloriously inviting looking floodlit pool and waterfall for his backdrop. It really highlights how unbelievable Las Vegas is that there is a huge man-made waterfall in a club, it also illustrates the different areas you can go to between borderline tacky and then verging on uber cool. I think the club we were in was the latter although I am not sure we had ended up in the right place! We should probably have been in the former I think but regardless we enjoyed the night dancing away by the waterfall.
And for the rest of the night, as the saying goes, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.