Las Vegas Weekend for President's Day!

So, we tagged along with my dad and his friend Nelson to Vegas because they had to run errands. It wasn't my idea to go but Ellen wanted to celebrate her finishing her finals... even though she was sick and on the verge of coughing up a lung. Nothing is going to stop this girl from "doing Vegas."  

Once we arrived at the Palazzo, we went to Club Paiza on the 50th floor (http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-paiza-club-las-vegas) to have dinner with my dad's friends and some others. Apparently, I have no idea what's so special about the food but from what Elle tells me, it's EXTREMELY expensive i.e. shark fin soup, etc.

Giant shrimp w/ giant head. I dub her "Ellen"

The only thing I cared about was drinking Blue Label with the men since I've never had it before. Good thing one of the gentlemen that was there made sure my glass was never empty. Turns out this guy is the father of someone in the Taiwanese band F4 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F4_(band)). More ignorance on my part. Good thing I have Ellen to enlighten me on such things.  

Blue Label on the rocks at Club Paiza

That night we checked into a room on the 47th floor. Nothing spectacular because all Palazzo rooms are suites. But the next morning we upgraded to a penthouse suite on the 50th floor. Now, that was something! Here's a quick tour. 

The living room w/ a bedroom to the right and one to the left. Our's was on the right.

The view from our room

Private spa in our bedroom? Yes, please. (Ok, not in my room but my dad's, but what's the difference?)

The bathroom, where I will spend most of my time.

The thing that fascinated me most: remote control for everything! (I'm easily amused

We were told to charge everything to the room and not to spend a penny of our own. I was more than happy to oblige, and so we went back to Club Paiza and had more expensive Chinese food. I wanted to drink more but Ellen won't let me. Said something about drinking too much the night before and going to bed at 6:30 in the morning. I had to agree. I think I polished off half a bottle of Blue Label and went downstairs and had a bottle of Black Label... by myself. All I remember is waking up with an elbow in my face and almost 2 grand in my pocket (that's a lie; it was 1 grand). 

After a tiff with Elle about sleeping so late, I agreed to take her shopping. Gentlemen, please note. If your girl is mad at you, just tell her you'll take her shopping. They can't resist. They'll try but it's futile. But be forewarned, it'll cost a pretty penny and you'll have to pretend you deserve the punishment. Just look at how happy Ellen is afterwards. 

Ellen BEFORE we went shopping. 

Ellen AFTER we went shopping.

Ellen showing off her new Chanel earrings

After quelling her need to prove her dominance over me, she allowed me to go downstairs and play some poker, providing I don't drink anymore. I was quick to agree because I was feeling nauseous from walking around and the last thing I wanted was a drink. So, we decided to go to Wynn instead since our show,Le Reve, was there (sorry babe, we'll go watch Love: The Beatles next time). 

Le Reve @ Wynn

I had a major realization this weekend. People who are meant for each other make each other a better and more lovable person. Ellen is the perfect match for me because she forces me to be a better person. How do I know? Because my parents are proud of me, something I never thought would happen, and their friends like us. But honestly, I think everyone only likes her and I’m part of the package deal. No Alex = No Ellen 

Bye now!