I went to Vegas last week. For the first time ever.
I know, I’m deprived.
30 years old and never had the ‘vegas experience’
Last week wasn’t so much a fleeting rendition of ‘The Hangover’ as it was a work trip, but I still had a marvelous time exploring.
I fell in love with a drink. It’s called Autumn in Paris. Anjou pear vodka, Pineau des Charentes, pear puree and fresh sweet and sour – yes please.
The architecture, swoon. Seriously, was not expecting that.
I think I’m a foodie. Or just someone who likes to take photos of food. Either way, I was smitten with everything I ate.
And with giant chocolate fountains. And singing gondoliers.
Well played Vegas, I’ll be back. Especially since I won $14.80 at the casino. Just rollin’ in the dough over here.