Saturday night in Vegas is like Christmas Eve in the real world. Expectations are sky-high and you’re stressed out trying to make it the best night ever. Restaurant reservations, guest list inquiries and carefully plastering all blisters and sore toes, so they can endure yet another night squeezed down in 5 inches high stilettos. Is it worth it? Yes! And next Saturday, you’ll do it all over again…
After our dinner at Andrea’s we went on to XS, which is one of my favorite clubs in Vegas. If you don’t feel like dancing, you can hang out at the large, beautiful area around the pool and you can even dip your toes in the water if you want to.
A nice female promoter had fixed free entry for us, and drink tickets for the girls, and I really wanted to stay a little longer, but I was too tired, so I bailed out and went back to bed around 1:00.
So that was my Saturday in Vegas. Maybe not the best one, but not the worst one either, and just wait until you hear about my Sunday. Without saying too much I can reveal that it included a mechanical bull..