So the Cook Road Trip '15 migrated from one of the most beautiful places in these United States to one of the most......interesting. Las Vegas. City of Sin, home of the Rat Pack, Ocean's 11, 12, 13, and countless tales of debauchery and bachelor and bachelorette parties for the ages. Time to notch our own adventures with a pitstop in the place that Nicholas Cage was in such a hurry to leave and where Elvis was so happy to extol life.
And really, we're only going to be there for less than 18 hours! What can happen?
Turns out our adventures would be nowhere near as salacious and legendary as those of the Hangover's Wolf Pack. But that doesn't mean we couldn't capture some historic photos in the process.
Case in point: checking in to our hotel, the Flamingo. Some of the pics can't be reproduced here for fear of earning an R rating. Let's just say that it's the BACHELORETTE parties that pushed the envelope, not the bachelor parties.
Even before we checked in, we saw three Elvises - or is that Elvi or Elvens? I dunno. None were captured on film, though, thank you very much. But I DID manage to capture Siegfried, Roy, and their tigers.
And then the playing cards showed up.
And the people wearing dresses made out of playing cards.
Realizing that checking in without getting the crazies in spades, we opted to head outside.
Where it was a balmy 108 degrees. But again, that dry heat thing.
Coming to the sad realization that I wasn't going to be breaking the bank at any of the casinos, we set out to instead explore some of the hotels along the stretch.
To quote Phil Wenneck (Google him): "To a night the four of us will never forget!"
First up on our Magical Mystery Tour was the Mirage, home to the Beatles' Cirque de Soleil Love show.
Where we got to hang out with John, Paul, George and Ringo and all their psychedelic colors
Help! The kids need somebody!
Back outside, it was time to Hail Caesar
Andrew just can't seem to shake his LHS Latin Lyceum roots. Any chance to hang out with those crazy Romans.
Et tu, Andrew?
"You probably get this a lot. This isn't the real Caesar's Palace, is it?"
Then it was Jack's turn to try her hand at the slots, so naturally, the Hard Rock Queen chose the machine adorned with her favorite 70's band, KISS. Strike a pose, hon.
We were reminded of the immortal words of Danny Ocean:
"The house always wins. Play long enough, you never change the stakes. The house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet and you bet big, then you take the house."
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, E Streeters, Crusaders - am I forgetting anyone?
Little did Heather know she'd make it to Paris on this road trip. Thankfully, without the high-priced shops that accompany the Eiffel Tower.
Inside the Bellagio, we went Under the Sea for one of the more colorful backdrops on this excursion. Cue the hug shot.
Me and my ladies
Last stop of the night was the dancing fountains outside the Bellagio. Couldn't find Terry Benedict.
But we did catch Beat it, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and All that Jazz with choreography from the dancing fountains
Cook's Four.
And we're the four best friends that anyone could have, and we're the four best friends that anyone could have, and we're the four best friends that anyone could have....
(Eerily, the hotel to the left of this pic just experienced a raging inferno break out this past week.)
So with that, after a quick visit to the local Starbucks, where we got to watch a bride spend her wedding night waiting for a venti macchiato, it was time to call it a night.
Thankfully, there were no jungle cats waiting for us in the bathroom.
No Mike Tyson or Mr. Chow, either.
So how do you follow up a night in Sin City? Head to one of the happiest places on Earth, of course.
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