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Sin City--your ticket to getting away with just about anything, especially when you're a celeb. I got the chance to experience Vegas as a VIP...here's a taste of my time on the Strip.
It’s Saturday, April 2nd, and I’m writing this from room 23-340, a Celebrity Suite at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. (Yes, I am well aware by the time you read this; I’ll be back in the Valley leaving Sin City behind—for now.)
Out my window, I can see the skyline of New York; the hotel, that is; as well as the Monte Carlo. My bathroom is about the size of my Old Town condo, with a hot tub Jacuzzi build for two.
The BF and I arrived yesterday afternoon. Thanks to the kind folks at MGM Grand, we have been granted the opportunity to experience what the hotel has to offer; thus, giving me a once-of-a-life chance to live like a worry-free high roller.
Yep, I’m the kind of person that will throw down a 5-dollar bill on a black jack table and come close to tears if I lose it. So this weekend, I’m pretending money grows on trees--it’s all about what Benjamin’s can buy if money is no object.
We arrived around 4:30 Friday, and I was instructed to promptly get ready for our 6:30 dinner reservation. While I primped myself Vegas-style, the BF pampered himself in a bubble bath—I’m sure he’ll just love me for including that minor detail. Once we got dolled up, we made our way downstairs to fine dine at Vegas’ sole three-star Michelin-rated restaurant, Joël Robuchon. (You’ll get a taste of that experience in tomorrow’s article.)
After what seemed like a 10-course meal full of French cuisine, champagne, and vino, we danced the night away at Studio 54, one of MGM’s many hot spots. After a tequila shot or two, we parked ourselves on the dance floor and stayed there ‘til the wee hours of the morning. (Later this week, I’ll be high-lighting how to party like a VIP, Vegas style.)
Come 3am, a harsh reality set in; I am no longer 21…all I wanted to do was go to sleep.
High rollers are on no schedule, right? That’s why I decided to finally sleep in this morning! (This is quite a change from my Monday-Friday alarm clock going off at 2:30am.)
The BF and I decided to kick things off right, so we rang room service. A mimosa, bagel, fruit, turkey sausage links, and a couple pieces of bacon somehow cured our hang-over just in time for our 2pm spa treatments.
