Las Vegas Jet Lag Journal: High Rollers
My friends and I spend a long weekend every year in Las Vegas. We just can’t help loving it. I love the multitudes of fine dining options, the freezing hotel lobbies with endless marble floors, the fragrances that get pumped through AC systems, the scene at the pools, the scene at the clubs, and of course the excuse to wear sequins and fake eyelashes. Being New Yorkers, we don’t even consider renting a car, and if we had one, we’d never use it.
My pals went to Cirque du Soleil’s “O” and loved it. Since I was flying in late that night, I was spared. I am a Cirque du Soleil hater. But I did enjoy admiring everyone’s new sub-par moves in the pool for the rest of the weekend.
No, the show that I enjoyed was one that I’ve now seen three times – Celine Dion at Ceasar’s Palace. I say that with pride, not shame. Our tickets were comped by a certain well-loved, hard-core rocker who was kind enough to secure us beautiful orchestra seats where we had our own row. I could just KISS him! (High roller example #1.) Seated directly to our left was René Angélil (I’m sure he also answers to René Dion). And walking down the aisle to our right, the queen of French-speaking Canadians herself, Celine as she sang a romantic duet with none other than a hologram of herself.
Check out this fabulous stage:
(Um. Our seats were better.)
For her grand finale, the pan flute wails through the theater, and Celine is surrounded by a gush of flowing water from the ceiling as she is raised into the air on a platform while flinging around plentiful layers of blue chiffon and singing “My Heart Will Go On.” Girl is a crazy genius.
Eating out in Vegas is such a treat. Unlike New York, the restaurants are enormous, they always take reservations, and it’s not impossible to get a table.
Bartolotta is a Mediterranean seafood restaurant at the Wynn. A display of seafood is wheeled to your table in a light-up silver box so that you may meet your food before you dine. I recommend visiting with friends who share, because it is required to buy the entire fish which will be filleted tableside. The wait staff here fillet with finesse. A beautiful outdoor pool is surrounded by private cabanas with chandeliers, but in order to eat at one of those tables, they require a $900 minimum. If you don’t eat $900 worth of seafood, you will be paying for it anyway! When we went to Bartolotta, the restaurant was virtually empty and we were the last ones to leave. It did not have the festive vibe we were after, and the meal was a fortune!
Jean Georges Steakhouse at the Aria was everyone’s favorite meal. The restaurant was hopping, and we were so well treated with surprises of gazpacho, sushi, tuna tartare, ceasar salad, bacon wrapped shrimp, baby back pork ribs, and on and on in addition to the entrees we actually ordered. (High roller example #2.) We finished up with a molten lava cake (apparently Jean Georges’ original invention) and went out dancing.
I have been trying to convince multiple groups of friends for about six years now to go to the Sunday Gospel Brunch at the House of Blues in Mandalay Bay for some biscuits and bloody mary’s to wipe away the sins of Saturday night. It just hasn’t happened for me; looks like my dream is deferred for yet another year.
While lines of girls stood in their heels on the marble floors of the Cosmopolitan waiting to get in to Marquee, we were lucky and breezed right through the line, as we had been put on the “PIV” list. Yep, don’t say VIP. If you do, you’re not. (High roller example #3.)
We love Marquee and mostly stayed in the “Boombox” room where they play old hip-hop. We were clueless as to why it’s fun to dance to EDM and who on earth is the DJ Kaskade. (Also, what is the difference between EDM, house, electronic, and rave music? Actually, you know what, I don’t care.) After a certain point in the night, I think Marquee could make a fortune selling fluffy branded slippers. There is never a night in a club that I can get through without taking my shoes off, and it’s pathetic. What would Celine say?!
Maturity is the name of the game.
What gambling? I was busy! But there was some watch shopping!
And some butterfly catching! P.S. This is Lindsay. She is my sidekick at all times and cannot grasp why this blog is not actually about her. So I am going to start tagging her in any posts where she’s featured so she can look herself up whenever she likes. You can too, she’s very entertaining. Girl loves to pose.
More to come on this Las Vegas Jet Lag Journal about our spa day and hotel.
Check out Refinery29’s excellent 14 Reasons We LOVE Las Vegas for some more recommendations, especially off the Strip.