When you have 48 hours in Las Vegas, you make the most of every one of them. That’s why I can’t tell you anything about the desert sunrise that was happening as we landed. I was dead asleep. I woke up to a flight attendant smiling, and an empty plane.
The clock was already ticking, so I rushed out to Passenger Pickup, where I split a ride with a group of Belgium guys headed to Caesars Palace for the Bacchanal Buffet. They cracked jokes about eating so many crab legs that their legs would turn into crab legs. I laughed. Our driver laughed. The party had officially started.
I wasn’t celebrating anything special, just a weekend getaway, but that’s one of the things I love about Vegas − everything is special here. Especially the lavish pools.
I went back to the hotel for a dip in the Garden of the Gods Pool Oasis. That’s where I met my new best friends, Fernando and Estefania, a couple from Buenos Aires here to get married. I told them how I just flew through the sky, held up by nothing more than a wire. They told me how they’d been best friends for 20 years, fallen in love and one day decided they should get married.
We talked, drank cocktails and dipped our legs into the pristine pool. After a few hours, it felt like we had known each other our whole lives. That’s when they asked me to be the best man at their wedding! I responded the only way I knew how: I jumped up and hugged them.
The Little Church of the West Wedding Chapel is oozing with vintage Las Vegas charm. Add that to a couple that absolutely adores each other, and you’ve got a beautiful wedding ceremony. I even teared up a little as they exchanged their vows. It was true love, and I was truly lucky to be there for it.
After the wedding, we went to Picasso at the Bellagio for the best French food I’ve ever had in my entire life. Surrounded by original works of art by the master painter, we were treated to culinary works of art by master chef Julian Serrano. Succulent quail, seared foie gras, perfectly paired wines. I never wanted this moment to end.
As we sipped our wine and ate dessert, Estefania looked around the table and asked if we wanted to keep the party going. I sat back in my chair, and took in the moment; new friends, new food and even more new adventures. She asked if I’d ever heard of Diplo. I was about to.
“It’s called the drop,” Fernando yelled over the music, “and when it happens, we all go crazy.” I didn’t have any idea about what he was talking about, and then the bass dropped. It was like an out-of-body experience. It felt like the floor was moving, like the world was moving.
Before I knew it, it was 4 a.m. and we were leaving XS Nightclub. I said a fond farewell to the newlyweds and found my way back to my room.
I walked around in awe of the majesty housed in The Boneyard. This is where Vintage Las Vegas signs come to retire, vibrating with the stories of years past, locked safely in their glass tubing. I felt humbled by those stories. Almost as if they were speaking to me from the tubing.
After my tour, I rode to Fremont Street on a bike from the bike share program. As I pedaled, I saw the art and the famous casinos. There’s nowhere in the world like Downtown Las Vegas. I did the famous SlotZilla Zip Line, and flew superhero-style over the people below me on Fremont Street. It was exhilarating, but it was also the end of my trip.
As I boarded the plane home, I took a moment to think about my weekend. I thought about how a normal weekend trip had turned into something I’d never forget. How a dip in the pool turned into talking to two people who would quickly become my new best friends and how I would become the best man at their wedding. I mean, has that ever happened before? As the plane took off into the desert sunset, I dozed off, already dreaming about how to get back. And even though I didn’t think anything could ever top this trip, I knew that anything was possible in Vegas.