Recovering for Vegas is taking more out of me then I ever thought it would. Sure, I have this cold that I picked up somewhere along the way, and sure I’m 5 months pregnant, but hell. I feel like I haven’t slept in weeks.

I found that I was a little more upset then I thought I would be about not being able to drink and party it up on New Years like everyone else. I mean, you go to Vegas for New Years for one thing, right? I feel like it was wasted in a way. I know, it sound ridiculous doesn’t it? There is so much more to the city and I really didn’t want to spend my days with shitty hangovers not being able to enjoy what there is to offer. So, maybe it actually worked out for the better.

For those that think there is nothing to Las Vegas but hookers, partying, drinking and filth (which is what a friend said when she told me she would never ever go to Vegas). You’re wrong. So utterly and completely wrong. I’ve never seen a cleaner city; I was truly shocked at how clean it was - even the day after nearly 400, 000 people filled the streets to celebrate New Years Eve. I find Toronto to be a far dirtier city than Vegas.

Though most of the casinos are new and appear to be of old design and architecture, they truly are amazing. There is a sense of fantasy and wonderment when standing in front of New York New York and can see Paris down the street.

Nothing can compare to the fountains at Bellagio which are timed to music like Luck Be A Lady Tonight by Frank Sinatra (not my video, but it was my favourite song played).

Or the first time you see the Grand Canyon. Pictures do not even do it justice.

Cost is not a factor when putting on a show; even something that appears to be lame - like I thought about a volcano made out of water at The Mirage - has an ambiance of mystery and magic.

Gondola rides through mock Grand Canal in The Venetian with your very own singing gondolier. Only a trip to Vince could top this.

I can’t even tell you how wonderful it was to see. This isn’t even a quarter of the pictures I’ve taken from the trip. I have so many to share, which I will upload to Flickr sometime this week and input into posts sometime or another.

And completely off topic: Mike’s contracted the cold I have and is a complete wimp about it. I have shown no remorse whatsoever to the whimpering and whining after the treatment I received while I was plagued with morning sickness. I said straight to his face that I had no sympathy for him and don’t want to hear about it. After the initial shock wore off, I think he’s finally understood how evil he really was to me.

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