Carlynne and I invited Shareen and Kylie to join us for a sister trip to Vegas, and they heartily accepted.
On Friday morning, we packed and re-packed our combined luggage so we only had to check one bag (we're smart like that), and Lowell did the honours of weighing it to confirm that we were within our limit.
Shareen and I flew out of Great Falls together, and met Carlynne and Kylie there.
Now I will attempt to condense six potential posts into one...
Friday evening: our flight was three hours delayed, so by the time we were all settled at Caesar's Palace and at a restaurant with food in front of us, it was 9pm. I was so hungry I was ready to eat my arm, so I don't know if my meal was ACTUALLY the most delicious thing to ever grace my palate, but whatever... most scrumptious chicken sandwich and beet salad ever.
Carlynne and I did the ol pump-and-dump while away from our still-nursing children. Such a tragedy it was to pour that liquid gold down the drain!
Saturday: I woke up very happy because I knew it was going to be my day. Aka CELINE DION. Carlynne and I trekked down to the Caesar's Palace Starbucks to start our day off right. You think regular Starbucks is overpriced, you should see the prices at THIS place. Oh. my. word. For a grande REGULAR LATTE (like, nothing special about it)... $6.50... AMERICAN. Criminal. Anyhoo, it was OUR DAY so I still didn't really care. See how excited Carlynne is? Almost scary excited.
We then took a cab to Fremont Street to have breakfast at a place called Eat. Shareen had read about it in her Vegas research, and it was a 'must try'. It was yummy indeed! When we rolled out with our full tummies, we strolled through Fremont Street then hit up the Outlet shopping. I had big plans of scoring huge deals on cute things for ME, but I didn't get a single thing for myself. I was only thinking of Fraser and Stefan, and by the time I realized that I had NOTHING for myself, I was totally pooped and lost all motivation to even peruse the clothing let alone try anything on. (Don't feel too bad for me. I used the lack of purchases to justify a couple of lululemon purchases the next day. Hehe).
Oh boy- getting closer to CELINE!!
After taking a ride with perhaps the most entertaining cabbie in the history of cab drivers (and I quote, in a thick New York accent, "What if every time you burped with your mouth it smelled like a fart?!..... thaaaat... wooooould... suuuuck." Oh my word. Tears of laughter rolling down my face. Had to be there? Oookay then.), we got gussied up and ready for our 5:30 dinner reservations at the Mesa Grill which was conveniently located like 17 steps from the Colosseum.
During dinner, we had an "Auntie Gender Reveal" party. Back story... Marc & Kylie found out the gender of their babe-on-the-way (due June 20!) and I didn't want to know, but Shareen and Carlynne did. After Kylie shared the news with them, I realized that the surprise would probably be ruined for me at some point during the weekend as all three of them knew. But I didn't want to just be TOLD... I wanted it to be fun. Enter... Auntie Gender Reveal Cocktail. Very Vegas appropriate, yes? And also a way for me to live vicariously and have a fun gender reveal experience as I would have enjoyed such a thing had we discovered the gender of our babies whilst pregnant. So anyhoo, while I went to the loo, Kylie ordered a cocktail for me- green for a boy or pink for a girl. The waiter thought we were loonie, but I had my fun surprise...
And now for the main event.
No photos were allowed during the show, so the following shots taken before the concert began are the only photographic evidence we have...
After the wondrous, magical event that was Celine, we hobbled (hobbling due to wearing heels for the second time in my life and not enjoying the blisters... no alcohol involved) to the Cheesecake Factory to finish our evening off with some deelish dessert.
Sunday: We had some dessert-breakfast at Serendipity, did some walking on the strip, perused Fashion Show Mall, and frolicked through some fancy hotels. And I do mean frolicked.
In the evening, my sisters gave themselves a limit and tried their hands at the slots while I cheered them on without abandon (again, no alcohol involved although I'm SURE witnesses would beg to differ). After all three of them came out on top, we pooled our extra (useless in Canada) change to give ME a shot at the big bucks. Ha! I may as well have flushed that $5 directly down the toilet. Or at LEAST put it towards an exorbitantly overpriced latte at the local Starbucks.
Monday: ADIOS VEGAS!
Vegas. Oh dirty stinky Vegas. A creepy Chilean business man boldly approached Carlynne and me- while we were donning sweats and toting luggage on our way to the airport- and I'm pretty sure he thought he'd be having sex with both of us. NO THANK YOU (barf). Anyhoo, Celine was my only pull to Sin City, and I foresee only returning to Vegas to attend another Celine concert.... or if she personally invited me to her home (ahem *cough cough*).