It Happened One Day… And then a Night: My Unexpected 24 Hour Vegas Stay
It was last January as I was travelling home from my bff’s 2nd wedding that I ended up stuck in Vegas for a day. Thanks to a fortunate layover and an unfortunate blast from the polar vortex in my hometown, all flights for me were indefinitely delayed. Sure I could have picked another flight that got me a bit closer to Detroit, but this was Vegas baby, and I was all on my own.
With no idea of how long I was going to be stuck, I skipped booking into a hotel and chose instead to explore sin city completely free of constraint. I started this with an impromptu brunch at Buddy V’s Ristorante on the strip, since a chica needs some fresh sliced bacon if you expect her to run around Vegas all day. Plus, I like Buddy, we have the same accent.
Since I was already at the Venetian and not real sure how much time I had to kill, I decided to see what all the hype was about at the Canyon Ranch SpaClub. Besides, being a bridesmaid again had left me in all kinds of going to die a spinster knots. An all day pass only left me short $40 bucks, and I got full use of the spas exclusive Aquavana thermal rooms. Then I paid another $55 for what they called a breathe deep and relax massage. My non-marriage woes were rubbed right away.
After this, I wasn’t about to do anything like a lone gondola ride down the canals, but I did know it was time for a drink. A quick call to the airline let me know that I had at least a few more hours to kill before there was any chance of a take off. This wasn’t the time for a girly frilly drink, this moment called for an afternoon at the Venetian’s Bourbon Room. After slinging back to back shots, I was ready to roll out of the Venetian to see what the rest of Vegas looked like.
I made a quick pit stop at Vosges Haut-Chocolat, because… well because I was out of chocolate covered bacon back home. It was getting late, and I wasn’t about to do the nightclub thing by myself. How pathetic is bottle service for one? I chose instead to whittle away the rest of the night at the rougher Rockhouse Bar and Nightclub. This was the ideal backdrop for the east coast chick who just wanted to get wasted away with some tacos and draft beer. I played some pool, lost at beer pong and ended my night on top of a mechanical bull.
This was by far the highlight of alone time in Vegas and I decided to end this overextended layover with a smile. After a quick cab ride back to McCarren and a 30 minute nap spread out on a row of plastic seats, I was buckling in and getting ready to finish the last leg of my trip. Next time, I am going to accidentally on purpose schedule a longer layover in Vegas.