Hung by the pool till 7pm, which is a fantastic time of day to be sitting in the Vegas shade blogging on your phone. Until your blushing bride starts tapping her foot at her date for blogging at the pool.
Ill say it again,
Some people don't get blogging, or Twittering. Those of us who do get it that new places and experiences are meant to be shared with the world. And the nosy. Or both. Whatever.
Had a big plan to grab food at the Bellagio, enjoy the fountains, then head on back for our special nightlife surprise.
The thing is, you don't 'grab food' at the Bellagio. That place is a frickin SEA of people and lines, even during an economically slow Wednesday night.
Finally decided on a reasonable meal ($100) and headed outside to catch the fountain show, which I just love. A beautiful display of choreographed smoke, dancing water, and music.
Only the last time I saw it I was entranced by a show designed around Andrea Bocelli, and last night I got stuck with Celine Dion. Ugh. Still, beautiful...we enjoyed the show shoulder to shoulder with a few thousand pickpockets.
Finally, back to the Mandalay where we had been blessed with VIP passes to a fantastic club 43 floors up, overlooking the strip, called The Foundation Room.
A really fantastic place.
Even though the Wednesday crowd consisted of us and 10-12 people who made us question exactly how exclusive this club is, we still felt like royalty. Great music, ambiance, and big cushy couches for the wife and I to sink back and enjoy adult noise for a change. And the view...
Having fun here...off to bake my english/irish ass some more this morning.
Hope you are all well, and if you haven't been following me on Twitter, make sure you find the link above...Ive been tweeting pictures from time to time. Minus the two french guys who insisted on putting lotion on each other while blocking our sun.
I can't believe we bailed them out of two world wars so these guys could lube up in my eyeline.