vegas

this is a driver who was such a jerk on the 15 that i had to take a picture just in case i needed documentation of his driver's license. he kept cutting us off and refused to let us pass him. as he cut us off, the trailer would fish-tail. i was certain that fat mattress on the left side would come hurdling towards us. as you can see, it is held on board with a few strips of clear tape. the epitome of ghetto. i guess he was pissed about moving back home now that his dreams of making it big in hollywood failed. ouch. did i cross the line?
i was really taking a picture of the mad greek sign, which is a place that was featured on the food network. it looked so good on t.v., i knew i had to try it. but shawn drove by it without stopping. (oh by the way, that's the way he looks when he's really getting into a song.)
this is me watering my herbs and jasmine before leaving. i was looking a little rough.
this was saturday afternoon. we set out for the strip via free hotel shuttle service, which dropped us off at bally's (at the edge of the strip). little did we know at this time we'd be slow-roasted alive by the hot sun.
ah yes, after walking from bally's to mgm under that beating sun and sweltering heat - god, even the pavement seemed to retain and radiate heat. we were like ants under a magnifying glass. we finally ducked into a starbucks near mgm. as you can see here, my face was burnt red. i was sweating like a farmhand.
this was shawn's sweaty face. though he didn't complain nearly as much as i did. i was in pure misery. he was just hot.
this was a guy who sat inside starbucks sleeping. hah. i had to take a picture.
a vegas peacock out in the open with us lowly, sweaty humans. she walked very leisurely, knowing full well she was turning heads. her shoes were these beige dance heels that were all beat up from too much dancing - an unusual working girl's pair of shoes.
the sony playstation room at the mgm's west wing lounge. this was by far the coolest lounge. only we never mustered up enough will /energy to go back and have a cool martini. would've been nice though. i probably could've spent the entire weekend inside this lounge and would've been content.
our view outside from starbucks. those poor schmucks on that roller coaster were not only hot, but had hot air blowing on them as they were swirled around the tracks. ugh! hot, sweaty and nauseous. not a good combo.
hate to admit it. my happiest moment in vegas. i bought a new bag for the bargain price of $10 at Caesar's forum shops along with a raspberry gellato. the BEST!
shawn with a chocolate gellato.
shawn was swinging his feet as we sat at the foot of an indoor fountain structure. i was about to take his picture when someone walked by and he accidentally kicked her. this is his true reaction right after kicking her. hah!
shawn talking to gross and asking him whether he was in vegas. and he was! staying right there at the mgm.
carmen's chocolate birthday cake (bavarian creme filled with whipped cream frosting). the restaurant (wolfgang puck's) then cut up the pieces and decorated each slice with shaved chocolate spikes, chocolate covered strawberries, and strawberry sauce. it was truly decadent.
carmen and adam. dinner for me: flat iron steak with fries. shawn: wood oven pepperoni pizza. carmen: gulf shrimp with parmesan risotto. adam: eggplant calzone and sweet creamed corn soup with shrimp and basil oil. wine: 2003 sagelands merlot - yummy.

shawn and his momma.
shawn after leaving his momma.
on the way back home, we stopped at mad greek! yay! i got a real shawarma with fries. holy moly was it good!
shawn's injury after trying to grab something under the car seat. vegas' final gift to us.