Well I am home now but the memories and times I shared in Vegas with Mom and my sisters will live on in infamy for sure. The Calgary stampede is advertised as the most fun you can have with your boots on. I’ve actually not found the stampede to be all that fun, truth be told. Jeans and cowboy boots are not my favorite thing to wear when its 25 degrees out although I usually do play along a bit. Country music is an oxymoron in my humble opinion (which isn’t actually all that humble) and a parade consisting mainly of horse poop doesn’t thrill me at all.
But Las Vegas with my three sisters? Now that’s my idea of a good time. I was not aware of that until we all connected in my room at Treasure Island late Sunday night. It took some time for the reality to sink in as we are literally spread across the globe. It was an amazing fait accompli.
A dining experience that I had not previously mentioned was our dinner at Giada’s restaurant at The Cromwell. We feasted on antipasto charcuterie platters, marguerita flatbread, ravioli, salmon and roasted Brussels sprouts, crispy capers and warm focaccia buns. A party for the palate as well as emotions.
We gasped and awed our way through Cirque de Soliels LOVE (set to a mash-up of 200 Beatles songs with 30 full songs on the soundtrack). Apparently there were three speakers in each seat so we would hear every word and note of music. No wonder the performance got under our skin. The theatre is the most technologically advanced theatre anywhere and because the theatre is set in the round there in not a bad seat in the house. It took our breath away.
Lexie took it upon herself to find us an affordable pedicure venue -Las Vegas Nails. Seriously? How original. The hotel spas wanted our first born in exchange for shellac, massage, wax treatment and scaling. We had to walk a couple of miles in the sweltering heat to get there but we had more time than money and Natalie had the brilliant idea (she has a degree and I don’t) of walking back through the air conditioned hotels. I guess that didn’t occur to us on the way there as we were in a bit of a rush to meet our appointment time. (It’s tricky coordinating six women with different ideas of what they want to do and where they want to be). But we all finally had pool worthy toes for the remainder of the trip.
As luck would have it, the Cake Boss restaurant of TV fame was right across the street from our hotel so we picked up some birthday sweets and treats to pair with our complimentary champagne the hotel offered for moms 85th and had ourselves a party. Let’s face it, the whole week was one ginormous party.
Then there was the accidental photobombing flashing incident in the pool and thats all I’m going to say about that. The Nelson women’s Vegas – the most fun you can have without being inebriated.
The Red Plaid Apron 