We arrived home from Vegas last night around 9:45. It was a crazy trip. First of all, it was the first road trip I had ever attempted sans parents, so that was cool. Utah was as boring as everybody warned it would be, although I think I appreciated some of the scenery a little more than the average person because I am a huge photo dork (just in case the web address didn’t clue you in).
We saw Mama Mia, which ruled. Our seats were right next to these three innebriated guys who found themselves hilarious though they were actually fairly irritating. They simmered down pretty quickly after the beefy man in front of us threatened them 5 minutes into the performance.
We also saw the Cirque De Soliel show O! and it was insane. About 3/4 of the performance takes place in water and there were some spectacular diving stunts. Plus, the clowns were hilarious. I practically had to drag Dylan from the auditorium afterwards, as he seemed intent on staying for the 10:30 show as well.
We didn’t gamble too much, just a bit of slot machine action, and we didn’t strike it filthy rich as we’d hoped. But we did visit an awesome Impressionist painter exhibit at the Belaggio and I saw my first real Van Gogh. There were also some Monets and Reniors. My only gripe is that the show was hung a little high, so I had to stand on my tip toes several times to really see the paintings. And we went to the aquarium in Mandalay Bay, because it was called Shark Reef and Dylan can’t resist such things.
Now this is totally random, but the most bizarre thing happened the day before our trip. I was brushing my teeth, with my awesome pink sparkly tooth brush, and the top brushy part just totally snapped off. And, since I was mid-brush, I stabbed myself in the face with the handle part. Stupid free tooth brushes. What can I say? I brush hard.