Vegas Baby

I've just returned from my very first trip to Las Vegas. And oooohhhhh what a trip it was! What started off as an innocent little sight seeing trip........well, ok I DID plan to gamble & drink a tad.......turned into a full blown, neon lit trip of torture! But oh it hurt so good!! OK....I'll elaborate since I sound like the potty minded girl my mother NEVER wanted me to become. Anyway.......there I was......walking down the Vegas strip......taking in all of the sights & sounds......the glare of the kajillion watts of lights.....the friendly chirping of the slot machines......the occasional 80's cover band.......the good-natured slurring of the alcohol soaked tourists when I, quite by accident I might add, stumbled across the Shops at the Forum.

A three story wonderland filled with all of my favorite famous people......Roberto Cavalli, Versace, Gucci, Valentino.........my grin was just about as big as I thought possible when I saw it......Jimmy Choo. I felt faint. I fell silent as I pressed my nose against the glass (it was closed.can you believe it?!) & ogled the just- out- of-reach motherlode.

I don't know how long I stood there.......it must've been a while because my husband started to gently tug my arm & whisper only a little embarrassed sounding "Babe.....people are staring!"Only then did I become aware of the face sized smudge on the glass in front of me & the fine patrons at Spago gawking at me like I'd grown 2 heads. I grinned sheepishly at one woman who, bless her heart, smiled back & winked at me as if to say "Don't sweat it.....I understand"

As I walked away from the shoe lovers Mecca.....I felt as though I'd seen all of Vegas I needed to. Everything else paled in comparison. Who needs Elvis when you have Jimmy Choo?