So, I took a couple of days off of work to go to:
Where I met the fabulous Carrie and her husband. Here�s a picture of them:
No really, that�s what they look like. Those pictures that Carrie posts on her diary are totally fake. They�d already been in Vegas for a day so they had time to get all blinged out.
Okay, actually this is what Carrie looks like (and me, and a white elephant)
Because Carrie is obsessed with Toby Keith, we went here:
And here�s what Carrie and her husband really look like:
There was plenty of Toby Keith memorabilia to gawk at and take pictures of and drool over (well, Carrie was drooling)
The bar was shaped as a guitar and there was a big guitar on the ceiling (I know it�s hard to see in this picture � YOU try to take a picture after a mason jar of rum)
The next day, we went to Caesar�s Palace for some ogling and shopping:
Is this a tiger?
Gotta love ancient art and their pornography, er, I mean embrace of the human body:
And so the ass doesn�t feel left out (and isn�t that a fine looking ass?):
For all of you guys, here are some boobs:
Isn�t this ceiling amazing?
Then we went to go play in the toy store:
My new boyfriend:
My new new boyfriend:
Can you believe I almost walked by this and missed out on a movie moment from one of my favorite flicks?
Carrie played Mary Had a Little Lamb, I just made a bunch of noise:
This picture is for my friend Danny:
Of course, we had to play some slots. I selected my machine carefully:
Then Carrie bought a purse (she told me not to let her and then she told me to let her, so I�m not sure if I did the right thing by encouraging her, but it is Kate Spade and it was on sale):
Then we drove over to see this giant phallic symbol (because let�s face it, David�s Penis was not that big):
Some pictures from the top:
Would you go on a ride that thrusts (I love that I could use the word thrust about an attraction at the top of a large phallic symbol) you over the edge of a 500 foot high building?
Or swings you over the edge?
We were staying here:
Down the red rum hallway:
Where they had turn-down service and left us flowers and chocolate:
Then K retired for the night and Carrie and I took a trip to Paris:
And rode up to the top of the Eiffel Tower:
Some pictures from the top:
After that we walked over to the Bellagio and took a few more pictures of Paris:
I felt that no visit to Vegas was complete without seeing the Bellagio Ceiling:
And then I made Carrie walk around and around and around trying to find a gelato shop that was right near the entrance. It was good exercise right? And since these flowers were pink and I was wearing pink, a picture had to be taken:
The next day, I bought myself a little souvenir (and isn�t it fabulous???):
It was really fantastic to meet another diarylander. It�s so strange because we read each other�s intimate thoughts, we�ve read about so many different experiences, and shared so much via the diary, but had never met. But it was just like being with a friend you�ve known forever. Carrie is fun and fabulous and made me laugh (especially when she said the word penis over and over whenever anyone walked by us) and her husband is so sweet and loves the snot out of her. And whatever she writes in her diary is a lie. I did not grab her breasts.
