I love gambling. I know it is a total waste of money, but I really really love it. The thrill of winning, and in Vegas, the free booze.
Wednesday Andi and I dragged our hungover selves out of bed and across the street for some grease. Then the pool was calling our names.
Can we just talk about The Wynn for a second? I freaking love this hotel - two sinks in the bathrooms, automatic curtains, great buffet, huge rooms, and fresh fruit by the pool. I didn't want to leave, and if I didn't have to work, I may not have.
Post-sunning, Andi went upstairs, but I went to wander ... over to the roulette table! Yeah!!
After five hours, countless drinks and many chips I thought it was a good idea to get back to the room and get ready for the evening - after all, it was 7PM!
As I stumbled my way through the hotel, looking for a way out, I realized something ...
I was drunkity drunk drunk.
After a shower, and a change of clothes, we headed out for the evening, however, the best thing about this night was going to be the food and the conversation.
We were told to go to LAX at the Luxor. It was the worst ever. Seriously.
Although my favorite conversation of the night occurred at LAX:
Iris: I give this place 20 minutes and then we should leave
Andi: I give it 10
Andi: (25 seconds later)Let's just go now.
Good. Life. Choice.