Here Comes The Sun

Vegas baby. Goodbye snow. Hello everything else. Including Sunshine.

(Yes, I refuse to use a Katy Perry song for this blog)

8 days in Vegas. 7 nights at the Hard Rock Hotel. Good hotel. Annoying staff. But GOOD hotel. Honestly. Go stay there for just one night to experience the beds. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Day One: Pink Taco margaritas will blow your mind. Wow. No wonder we slept for like 15 hours. We literally jumped into bed for a nanna nap at like 4pm and woke up the next morning. Oops.

Day Two: Room Service & Landon Pigg on film. Perfect combo. Ok. we've been in Vegas for 24 hours and haven't hit the strip. It's time. Off to Cirque Du Soleil, The Beatles Love. Ridiculously good show. Everything about it was just crazy. Crazy good. Gah. Post show cocktails in Revolution: The Beatles Lounge. First friend. Too funny. How many times did he ask if we'd ever been to South Africa. What The. Exploring time. Water shows are cool. Laughing at douche bags is also cool.

Day Three: Ink. At Hart & Huntington. Gosh it's good having EVERYTHING in our hotel. Ironically Janelle held my other hand during the oh so quick process. IN & OUT. Hooray. Ok, by now I'm like, gahhhh my arm. I'm such a girl. The only cure? A three hour Office-a-thon and the best Sushi I've ever seen/had in my life. Really. It was so pretty.

Day Four: Hey taxi, take us to the mall. Nah I'd rather just drive you around aimlessly and take all your coin. Pfft. Jared Leto magazines- SCORE! Get your Italian on, BUCA. I honestly expected my Nonna to pop out of the kitchen. She did not. BB King Lounge. Oh what's this? Kris Allen doing a secret show? Ok. Um. Brilliant. I'll take it.

Day Five: Look out. It's New Years Eve. Major sequin & glitter overload. Downed an entire bottle of Patron. Killer show at The Joint, Mayer Hawthorne to start things off. If you don't know him, you should. He's just utterly brilliant. Hit him up on iTunes. You're welcome. The the one and only Bob Saget (yes, Danny Tanner from Full House fame) strolls out to introduce The John Mayer Trio. Slightly excited. Rang in the new year with Mr Mayer & Co as balloons with JM3 picks in them fell from the sky. I can honestly say it was the BEST new years ever. Mayer out, time to party! Ripped up the Wasted Space dance floor to MJ, Bon Jovi & Journey. Ohhhh yehhhh. More new friends & weirdos. Got waved the $150 cover to Vanti's opening night thanks to SHAFT. Brilliant.

Day Six: New Years Day in the US is officially called National Hangover Day. I guess that's why they get away with airing 24 hour Summerland marathons. No complaints. Hit up In & Out (yes again) with my favourite story teller, Jarryd Burns. Our hats were super cute. Drinks & Sundaes & some good tunes at The Hard Rock Cafe. Scrubs. Dave Franco is a riot. Another round of Candyland? Perhaps some Guess Who Misses You? Booyah.

Day Seven: In the words of Robin Sparkles "Let's go to the mall." SALES!! Adventures on The Strip with an overload of M'n'M's. Wig On. Check. David Spade. Live. Too funny. Like beyond bonkerdom. I laughed so hard I almost cried my false eyelashes off. Back to Wasted Space for round two. Met the best crew. Too much fun! big shout outs to some Indian dude who bought us drinks, Eddy with a Y, Ryyyyyan, & that dude who let me bet & lose his money. We had a blast. Best last night of anything ever!

Day 8: Go Johnny, go go go. The last supper with Janelephant, Johnny Rockets we love you and your refillable soda. Big tearful airport goodbyes suck all kinds of things. Boo.

I miss you already ya minga.

"Here comes the sun. Here comes the sun. And I say, it's alright..." THE BEATLES