Highlight reel of our trip:
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Travel day: flew in Sunday night and landed 10pm west coast time. We got to the hotel, ordered room service and were asleep by 2am or 5am eastern standard time.
Day 1: Woke up at 9am western time, noon eastern. Hungry and grumpy as all get out. Had breakfast and laid by the pool allllll damn day. Watched the Pens lose to the Caps at the outdoor bar by the pool. Ate. Went up to the room for some extra curriculars/cardio 😉 and ordered room service, again, before bed.
Side story: I got my bloodwork back from the doctor today and the news was less than stellar. My red blood cell count was 3.24, hemoglobin 6.7, hematocrit 24.0, etc. Not to be dramatic but these levels are really bad. Like potentially should be in the hospital bad...and I was in Vegas. Ultimate fuck it. So I'll be getting an IV of iron when I get back along with a blood transfusion. Also, about two hours before I got that news Yessie woke me up with her hand on my chest quietly freaking out trying to figure out if I was breathing or not. Women's intuition I suppose.
Day 2: Woke up 8am western time. At this point I haven't slept, or felt like I haven't slept, at all. We headed to Bouchon for breakfast- a fancy French place.
Side note: Yessie and I do this thing where we order the same shit at every fucking restaurant we go to. It's cute and really annoying. So we got eggs, bacon, fancy fried potato/hash brown/sticks (croquettes?) and some ridiculously good coffee. They gave each of us more bacon than eggs or potatoes. So maybe the French are more badass than us? Or maybe they invaded Vegas and are really trying to prove a point. Either way, kudos Bouchon.
Day 2 continued... We laid by the pool until noon. Headed back to the room for some more cardio. Then we hopped in an Uber and met my cousins (who live in Vegas) at Pizza Rock near Fremont Street aka Old Vegas (think Golden Nugget)....
***Now most of the trip I was in OK shape. This night that all changed. As we walked Fremont Street I started to get light headed, short of breath, and flat out scared. Yessie could tell something was wrong and kept asking, but I was stubborn as usual and said we're continuing on with the plan...to see the dancing waters at the Bellagio and the pirate ship at Treasure Island.***
....well we did and I was near death the whole time. For anyone who hasn't been to Vegas, the strip contains all the hotels and looks manageable from your iPhone, but try and walk that bitch. Caesar's Palace is about a mile long. The Venetian, where we stayed, is connected to the Palazzo, and is also massive. To put it in perspective, we took a $15 cab ride from our hotel to the Wynn, which is next door.
Day 3: Woke up at 8am. Woke Yessie's ass up at 8:30am. Headed for our last breakfast. Packed and checked out. We stored our bags at the Venetian and headed to meet our friend at the Wynn. He and Yessie got a workout in at the hotel gym, we had lunch at Tableau, and then grabbed a cabana by the pool. I watched the beginning of the Pens game while Yessie tanned. We got the boot as they closed down so we headed to Allegro to finish the game and have some food. Finally we gambled...and lost $100 at Black Jack which was enough for us.
Fast forward...we're sitting at the airport headed home on the red eye. We land at 6:20am in Pittsburgh. Fuck. Yessie works at 1pm. I have a doctor's appt at 3pm and maybe a blood transfusion at some point. And I'll head to the gym to make sure it's still there.
Life is good. Really, it is.