I’m in Las Vegas for the first time this week for a conference. I get to stay at a very large, beautiful, and well known hotel on the strip. I spend my days in conference rooms listening to other pant suits talk about things that wouldn’t interest most people, but my evenings and nights are free to roam about and explore. It’s been amazing and mouth dropping but it makes me miss my Sir desperately. I can’t help but think about how different each experience would be if he were here with me.
Yesterday I went shopping in the mall in Caesars, this evening I had drinks at the Omnia, and in just a few minutes I’m going to head down to the casino and find myself at spot at one of the slot machines.
The food has been amazing. I’ve stuffed myself at a Vegas buffet, indulged in gourmet chocolates, splurged on room service, went to Carlos’s (Cake Boss), and more. Thursday my coworkers and I have reservations at Hells Kitchen and I have my eyes set on some crepes at a cafe for breakfast tomorrow.
Drinks are everywhere. Mimosas in the morning, cocktails with lunch, open bars and endless drinks in the casinos. There were people ordering martinis this morning at 6:30am while I was ordering a coffee. It’s crazy.
The outfits range from t-shirts and jeans to bikinis to tuxes and evening gowns to lingerie. I’ve seen couples of all ages, shapes, colors, and sizes. I often find myself staring at some couples and imagining what their dynamic is like. It’s a little game I like to play with myself.
I’m about to head down to the casino so wish me luck!
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