I went on vacation from April 18-27 2008 and had an awesome time. I have a ton of photos, so I’m going to break up my descriptions of the trip into bite sized portions. I will do a post on the trip to Vegas, a post on LA, a post on the Getty Art Museum and a post on Father’s Office, PYT and clubs. Most people probably won’t be all that interested in it, but my friends will enjoy the pictures and the sanitized stories lol.
Trent and I went to a fancy restaurant when we woke up on Thursday, April 24 2008 to leave on our trip. The restaurant was Joan’s on Third and I actually saw a celebrity there- she was the chick Dwight is in love with in The Office. The evil one. I don’t know what her real name is though.
Trent’s pretty little Audi TT is behind me. Don’t ask me how I fit into it.
The Stud himself looking like an LA player.
Leaving Los Angeles towards Vegas.
Trent’s funny little smile bodes well for debaucherous Vegas action.
We stopped at a rest stop halfway to Vegas and there was 4 “designated rest stop attendants”. They just sat there and did nothing in the middle of the desert. I hate big government.
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Cruising down the freeway to Vegas near Death Valley going X miles per hour. Fun.
Our first glimpse of the hotel we stayed at on the first night- the Mandalay Bay.
My pictures are out of order, this is Trent at our next hotel, the Palace Station, putting on party clothes.
The view from our hotel room at the Mandalay Bay. We were on the 12th floor and could see the whole strip including the Luxor, New York New York and many others.
The view out our hotel room at Mandalay Bay looking to the right… you can see the airport.
Our hotel room at Mandalay Bay was huge and super nice. We had around 700 square feet and a giant bath tub along with a 40″ plasma television.
More views out the hotel window.
Prefunking with tasty screwdrivers before dinner our first night.
I had a new shirt with lines so I had to iron it drunk. I hate ironing.
Ready to party post ironing.
Feasting… crab, scallops, mussels, prime rib, octupus, and everything else. The best part was it was ALL I could eat. YES! haha
Trent enjoying his meal of crab legs and prime rib dipped in butter sauce.
Trent dripping a giant hunk of prime rib in his butter. Delicious.
We were a little tipsy at dinner.
Unfortunately, I ate way, way way too much.
We tried going to a jazz club to let our food digest, but I just kept feeling fuller.
Our first night in Vegas we had to go back to our room to sleep at 10 pm because we got killed by the least expected of the seven deadly sins: Gluttony. We learned from our experience the next couple nights and ate at 4pm and took a nap after that.
Swimming in the wave pool at Mandalay Bay.
Trent at the Mandalay Bay.
Rockstar pose underwater in the Mandalay Bay wave pool.
Me with the Mandalay Bay hotel and beach behind me.
Kings of Vegas.
About to get hit by a wave.
Post wave. (Joel in the middle)
Swimming the concrete river at the Mandalay Bay.
I never got burned, though I did look rather funny with all my sunscreen. The three girls in the background liked Jeremy and I and gave us half of a pony keg of beer.
The wave pool as seen from the hotel.
Decadent desserts at the Mandalay Bay Hotel.
Party time! New York New York is in the background and I am inspecting the situation on the Strip.
The hotel we stayed at on the second and third nights, the Palace Station, was significantly less lush than the Mandalay Bay. However, it was a third of the cost each night.
One of the highlights of my trip was watching the Mystere performance put on by the Circque Du Soleil. It cost $120 for tickets but was well worth it. The artists were both professionals at ballet and athletics. I was amazed by the feats they performed. Money well spent.
Observe the acrobatics happening well above the stage… I wish I had a video to put on here.
Caesar’s palace swimming pool. Later in the day, Trent’s sister gained admission for us to a private topless pool. That experience made me realize I need to make a hell of a lot more money.
Worst pose in history.
He practiced this pose in the mirror for three years before coming to Vegas.
The great Caesar himself.
All in all, the trip was the best vacation I have ever had. Look forward to more posts on it soon!