Vegas!!

I realize the motto of what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but that really doesn't work when one is trying to blog. Some of the details may be a little fuzzy, but I will do my best.
Friday: My sister and I meet at the airport and hop in a cab to the Mirage. We decide to explore the Forum shops and wind up eating dinner at the bar at Cheescake Factory where the Laker's game was on. The destination for the evening was the dueling piano bar at NYNY. Last time my sis and I were there we saw a dwarf dressed as a leprechaun, so our expectations were high. My sister was treated to a Bud Light by a rather, seasoned gentleman... so she politely said thank you and we made our way to the other end of the dance floor. We befriended a group of Canadians at a "stag" party, and another pair of Canadian mounties. Oh...and Bobby Flay was there signing autographs and basking in drunken admiration of his fans. The end of the night remains a little blurry, but I woke up with a swollen ankle and a massive hangover.
Saturday: Sister and I head down for breakfast before our spa day. I choked down some toast and tea, but the likelihood of that staying down was not great. Making our way to the spa, I felt better and was excited for some detoxification. A massage, facial and steam later, I was almost at 100%. That night we had a great steak dinner at a steak house in TI, followed by LOVE, the Beatles Cirque du Soleil, at the Mirage. Hands down the most incredible experience of live entertainment I have ever witnessed. After the show we went to Revolution, good dj, overpriced beer. $8 for a Corona?!! But we danced, and met an adopted Korean guy from San Diego. He was cool until I found out he went to USC... loser. 3AM...time for bed.
Sunday: We hit the brunch for breakfast, gorging on French toast, hot chocolate and Frosted Flakes....SUGAR!!! We checked out and wondered around catching bits on the Indy game. Spotting Serendipity 3, we parked ourselves at their counter and watched the rest of the game while eating a sandwhich and a hot fudge sundae.....food coma approaching. The trip ended with us at the bar in the Mirage watching football with yet another group of Canadians.  By the time I was at the gate waiting for my flight, my liver was thoroughly pickled, my body beat down, but a smile remained on my face. Going back in April!!