5 Friends in Vegas

What do you get when you have a friend who has a hook up for a free timeshare for a weekend in Vegas and he invites 4 of his favorite friends? You get Friegel, Stacobs and Kevin Do Vegas! (I love word/name fusion and Bryan and I are Friegel based on our last names; Stacey and DJ are Stacobs based on Stacey's first name and D's last name: big thrill).

The timeshare was off the strip. No big deal; we took the monorail!

We ate yummy gourmet burgers and other delicacies at the Mirage at 2am on our first night:

fried pickles = Bryan's idea of Heaven.

The next day, we woke up and brunched at Mon Ami Gabi (The Friegel's personal favorite) at Paris. We all shared lots of yumminess like:

baguettes!

 Seasoned grilled salmon over citrus and spinach!

Steak sandwich with caramelized onions on ciabatta!

Eggs Benedict!

Perfectly crisp frites!

Waffles with chocolate Nutella -- by the way, OH. MAW. GAWSH.

We rolled out of Mon Ami Gabi after we were all round and satisfied and snuck into the Paris pool after a series of comical events, i.e., D and I going up to people in the registration area of the hotel asking if they have an extra key so we could "join our friends who are already at the pool and won't pick up their cell phones to come get us." We were turned down by the following: rules-obeying old men, flirtatious 40-something women on a menopause vacation who had JUST turned in their keys upon check out, a German who didn't understand the situation in question, a threesome of hicks who said they didn't have keys yet but heard you can just walk right in anyway. ding ding ding! Up we went to the 3rd floor and lo and behold, we walked with a purpose onto the pool plaza, scored some chairs, grabbed some towels, and within minutes, we had our cocktails in hand. Fantastic-ness.

Our lava flows didn't come close to our favorite Hawaiian honeymoon drink, but what the hell, it's Vegas.

Stace double fists a margarita and an iced coffee. Only in Vegas.

After we roasted out by the pool for a couple hours, we sluggishly made it back to the other end of town where we played some games at the Hilton. I played blackjack for about an hour and didn't win. But I didn't lose. Lots of fun for free. The boys and Stacey learned craps. I was way too confused. They did well! Believe it or not, that is the only gambling I did the whole weekend, though we found ourselves in the casinos a lot... usually pulling D away from every single blackjack table he got magnetized to.

We cleaned up nicely and headed out to Bobby Flay's restaurant at Caesar's, Mesa Grill. Very yummy food. Good atmosphere. Interesting waiter. Nice wine spillage.

Notice D's nice clean shirt. It will not stay that way.

Looks gross, but I swear this tiger shrimp and husk-wrapped corn salsa was delicious.

Bryan's rubbed pork chops were the best thing I ate there.

Kevin's T-bone steak with 2 kinds of sauces made with Bobby Flay's famous and favorite flavors: chiles!

These are the faces of two very full men, exhausted from an eating experience like no other.

An oops with the red wine and there goes Geoffrey Beane. Snappy waiter had a Tide Stick on him, but it was still questionable if the shirt would survive.

After dinner, we hoofed our bellies over to Bellagio where our evening would continue. We started at Caramel for some two-for-ones.

And once we had our fill of two for ones, we moved on over to The Bank (which has replaced Light), where Stacey's friend hooked us up with no-line/no-cover. It sure felt nice to be escorted in while lots of thirsty guys and gals waited behind the ropes. It was super crowded inside and was a trek to get drinks or go onto the dancefloor. The hubs and Nivek and I got too sober to tolerate it and after about 2 hours, we cashed out of The Bank. But what does a girl with a camera do while she's sobering up in a dance club? She shoots!

We did learn a thing or two while spending time in The Bank:

1. Men in uniform can basically have sex on the dancefloor and it's completely acceptable. No big deal.

2. Asians LOVE the club. And they get DOOOOWN.

3. Bottle service with a table is THE way to do it... as we longingly stared at those lucky bitches.

We hobbled on over to the Bellagio cafe for some 2 a.m. grub. We ordered desserts and fried food. Does the phrase "whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" apply to calories?

my husband, the narcoleptic.

The business partners get sleepy. (I still think it's cool that my husband and my college best friend are business partners).

And, just like that, there ends my photo recap of our Vegas trip. Food, games, food, dancing, food, alcohol, food, pool: a quintessential, low-key weekend in The Veg with good friends and lots of laughter.