No one falls for Las Vegas like me. Not even close. I can prove it: one shattered radius, one fractured ulna. And oh, the icing on the cake? Remember how I kept saying my back hurt? Fracture at L-4. I have a feeling I might not be quite 5’8″ anymore.
But ya gotta stand tall (I’m trying!) and get back on the horse that threw you, so here we are again in Sin City. Not exactly good as new, and I’ve got some definite PTSD around marble floors. Which are everywhere.
You know what else is everywhere?
The best of LA and NYC have outposts here. We can now vouch for Carbone (thanks for the rec, Tina!)
We only looked at these. Added five pounds just walking by.
Just a little taste at Milos.
Had no choice but to order dessert because we were stalling to watch Olivia Jade and dad Mossimo Giannulli one table over, dining with friends. They were not looking the least bit concerned about going to jail.
Speaking of criminal activity, Wolfgang Puck should be locked up for serving this at Spago: Pot de Creme with Caramel Popcorn!
The real fun started when these guys showed up:
But wait. There’s more to come tonight and we cannot wait! (Thanks, Angie and Randy!)
I hear she tumbled off the stage the other night! Yikes! Everyone falls for Las Vegas, I guess…