Anyway, I made it in one piece. My flight was delayed (really? shocking!). I could strangle the flight attendant for seating a 9-year-old precocious little girl in the window seat of my row. She had 47 lbs. of candy, and enough trash to fill her own dumpster. She talked the entire time and had this plastic frog that she kept playing with and screaming "ribbit!" I suppose she represented the grim reeper, leading me to gate of hell into Sin City...so to speak.
Moving on. Shawn picked me up and we arrived at the Wynn Las Vegas. If you have never set foot in this hotel, it is all things extravegant complete with it's own Ferrari dealership and Chanel boutique. It is time to trade in the Sentra...hmmm.
We are staying in the luxurious Tower Suites complete with our own VIP check-in, concierge, and private pool. You would not believe the size of our room and this unbelieveable view with it's floor-to-ceiling windows on the 21st floor. Which, by the way, we are staying on the 21st floor and have an incredible view overlooking the 5 pools, golf course, and city. There are 60 floors. We aren't even halfway there. I can't imagine the view/nose bleeds from the top floor.
Back to the room... Is it a crime that our suite here is BIGGER than our condo? Our bathroom is about the size of our living room - no lie - that is, if you don't count the walk-in closet with its' own dresser. We have not one, but two bathrooms in the suite. Also, I have my own private vanity complete with make-up lights and TV (teevee) set. Shawn has his own sink, and I have my own sink, too. This place is amazing. I wish we had brought the kittens.
Last night, we hit the ever-popular Blush lounge. Shawn has been rubbing elbows with the PR girl (wait, what?) and she was generous enough to get us into Blush, the show Le Reve, and the hottest new club in the Encore, XS. Blush was a smaller-than-I-expected lounge, but it had a cool vibe. It was my magical night last night - complimentary champagne and Malibu rum. (Granted, the champagne tasted shockingly similar to Coors Light with sugar, but hey, it was free. Ok, confession, I took one sip and decided the headache as a result of a couple of glasses of this stuff would not be worth it on Saturday, so I dropped $18 on another glass. Dad - I don't want to hear it. xoxo) After about an hour of the best DJ ever, who ran circles around Case's amateur efforts pre-wed Friday at the Undertow - we decided we had enough club people watching and hit one of the hotel bars. There, we played video blackjack until my eyelids shut right there at the bar. Shawn asked if I was sleepy and I said, "Why am I so tired?" He said, "Because it's 5am at home." Ohhhh...you mean it's natural for a (cough) twenty (or thirty) something woman to become sleepy after being awake for 23 hours?
We won nothing on the video blackjack...
Today has been a lovely, but cloudy day. We spent the morning/afternoon at the Cabana lounge and pool. This place is simply fantastic. It is a bar with TV's (teevees) to watch the games, which is fabulous, and there are blackjack and craps tables outside. Plenty of chairs for comfy seating are situated at the pool, and the DJ starts spinning Ibiza style tunes at noon. It was definitely the place to be, especially to see all these hoops fans turn into sharks searching for fresh meat (ladies) at the pool. What better place to judge than at the pool when girls are in swimsuits?
As far as betting, and tourney luck, we are doing ok. Washington, Maryland, and A&M screwed us. I mean, really, who bets for the Aggies anyway? Shawn just walked downstairs wearing his Duke t-shirt to place a bet for Texas to win. We'll see what happens!
I do have one Coach Knight story for the day. Producers called Shawn earlier today to see if Coach would be willing to shoot for Sportscenter earlier than the scheduled 8:30pm. Shawn called Coach (I love how I'm capitalizing it like Coach is his name) and said "Coach, I just want to run someting by you."
Coach's response? CLICK.
Lol! Humor!
About 5 minutes ago, Coach called to apologize for hanging up on Shawn. He said he was so pi$$ed off after coming off the golf course that he didn't want to talk to anybody. Who better to understand this sitch than Fitzy...
More Vegas updates tomorrow!
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