What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas (unless you count publishing it on the web as private)

So back to Vegas. Of course of all hotels for me to be booked into - I am at "party central" - otherwise known as the Celeb hangout The Palms. And even better my floor appears to have been hosting a group of young semi-pro footballers who spent the better part of my trip screaming outside the door, slamming their doors, drinking and playing some fairly crap music.

Let's just say they gave the definition of partying in Vegas a new meaning to me (and it's not like I don't go out). My fav moment in the hotel was a lift ride with about 10 of the guys. That was fun. Let's see.... not sure if it was the groping, the offers to have me share their drinks (they were pink!??!!), the guy about to puke or the fact that I was crammed in the middle of the 10 of them in what was really a 5 person lift.... but didn't I feel lucky! Anyway good thing I was out to the wee hours every night and didn't get a chance to sleep more than an hour or so each night which meant I missed most of the loud happenings on my floor.

First night I went to see . Wow! It was amazing. I got front row seats and they were worth every cent.

So highlights of the trip:

• Freaking out at the Cirque Du Soleil show - 'O' when a clown stood in front of me and squirted me with his water bottle then bonked me on the head with a feather duster (ok so clowns scare me). Show was fab though - front row seats!!!! Thankfully the clowns were not a big part and never got that close again.
• crashing a couple of parties which meant free drinks and interesting crowd)
  
• sweet talking out way into the Voodoo bar and scoring passes to Ghostbar
• finding a super hot (and discounted) bag/shoes at the Venetian
• Leaving Las Vegas and coming home.

Anyway here's a friend and I at Voodoo bar on top of the Rio (that's the Strip in the background). You can see some other pics by clicking here!