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| This is our view of Aria from our 24th floor hotel room. |
Actually, nothing happened in Vegas that we need to be coy about. We were pretty beat when we checked into our room at the Monte Carlo. We put Boris to bed and went down for dinner and to meet friends Cris and Morgan who were coincidentally in Vegas this same night to celebrate their anniversary.
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| Vegas, baby! |
The four of us had the -5 Experience in an ice bar downstairs in the Monte Carlo. We paid way too much money to don parkas and gloves, to sit on an ice bench in a room made entirely of ice (except for the floor, thank goodness) and quaff icky sticky sweet vodka drinks out of tumblers made of ice. We stayed as long as we could stand it. And...it was fun!
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| Pretty even in the light of day. |
The next morning, we bounded out of bed, eager to begin the last, four-hour (or so) leg of our journey to Los Angeles.
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| Shaved, showered, packed and ready to go home! |
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