We couldn’t think of a better way to end our camping days than with the exact opposite, Las Vegas. If you read the previous post (which you fucking better), you’ll know that we went to Vegas a day early because our camping days were O-V-E-R.

But before we stripped down, we ventured to Seven Magic Mountains. This colorful art installation was super rad because it wasn’t filled with tons of people. Not to mention, I really like shiny, bright things.

Culture consumed, we headed towards the city of sins. Thanks to Hotel Tonight we were able to score a deal on a room at the Palms Hotel. Deep down, I felt super cool since the Real World was filmed there a mere 14 years ago. That still makes it hip, right?  And we kinda did find out what happens, when people stop being polite, and start getting real. I blame the gambling.

Our room at the Palms was like that cute creeper at the bar. Nice to look at, but also…creepy. Stop staring. Jeez.

The prices in Vegas were something to get used to after cooking most of our meals over a camping stove for the last few weeks. $18 for a “blended” drink. Really? It came straight out of a slushy machine. When in Vegas…I guess. But we did score a BOGO when we checked in. Jackpot.

So you may be wondering, what do two people that have no interest in gambling do in Vegas? See above photo. Any questions?

We also got to see my lover, Jami. Jami and I go way back. To the days of keg stands, boxed wine and college life. I’ve known her for 14 years. Damn I feel old. She’s my happy place.

It was great seeing the life she’s created for herself in Vegas (and meeting her awesome man and my new Facebook friend, Frankie). She even treated us to a Pilates class at her studio…and Craig treated her to his sweaty back in this photo.

Little did we know, there’s more to Vegas than just the clusterfuck of the strip. Cheaper drinks and food, with a tad less people? Sign us up. We explored great things in downtown Las Vegas.

We found a killer vegan lunch spot, VegeNation…

Contained ourselves in Container Park…

And checked out the strip’s less slutty sister, the Fremont Street Experience…

Another highlight of the trip was staying at Elara. My sister and bro-in-law generously gifted us their points so we stayed for FREE. Thanks, Hil and Tom. Elara is great in that there’s no casino filled with depressing gamblers at all hours of the day. And the lobby isn’t full of cigarette smoke. Just a great pool, nice rooms, and a prime location.

I understand now why every hotel has a pool in Vegas. Because it’s H-O-T. I imagine hell is a bit chillier than Vegas. Every morning started with a dip in the pool.

And maybe a drink…

Actually, the above photo was a birthday drink in honor of Craig’s big day. So it’s totally acceptable to drink before 9am. Right? Fuck it, it’s Vegas.

Speaking of birthdays, we splurged a bit and went to a Cirque du Soleil show. I mean, you pretty much HAVE to when in Vegas. So we booked really awesome seats for KA and celebrated the birth of my favorite person on earth (sorry, other people).

When in Vegas, go see KA. It’s KA-razy. Jaw. Drop. That’s all I’ll say. Also, when in Vegas, find a rooftop bar that nobody really knows about. Like Beer Park. It’s filled with games and misters to cool you off.

After four nights in Vegas, which in my opinion is borderline too much, we were ready to venture off. Too many damn people for us. So back in the car we go. But of course, we had to do our dam thing…

Next stop? Chilly Arizona. Not.