One of the very few photos I took in VegasMy month was kept busy attending several live music shows and taking a trip to Vegas. Stef has never been, so I thought it would be nice to take him to see The Beatles LOVE Cirque du Soleil show for his birthday.
Funny story: I booked everything in advance and planned it out in my head--we'd drive out on Sunday, have the night to roam around Vegas, and then see Beatles LOVE Monday night to leave the amazing show in our heads during the long drive home. The website had technical difficulties so I had to book tickets via phone, which I absolutely abhor. They misspelled my last name by one letter and I never got my e-mail confirmation.
When we arrived at The Mirage on Sunday, we played around with the idea of picking up our show tickets since the lines weren't atrocious. By the time we got back to the hotel after enjoying a night out, the box office was closed.
The next morning, I opened the Word document that included the scribbled confirmation number and the date we were seeing the show.
The date was for the night before.
Ifreakedthehellout.
Coming to my senses, I remembered that I ended up booking tickets for Sunday night since there were better seats available for that show. Not getting the e-mail confirmation, that thought was buried in the back of my mind.
Luckily, The Mirage was very accommodating and were able to transfer our tickets to that night. Dancing around with an air of relief, we headed to the pool with a bloody mary and strawberry daquiri in our hands.
I am very grateful. The show was spectacular. One of my favorite parts was when the dancers were engaging in high-jumping acrobatics onto London-style telephone booths. Another awesome part was seeing the dancing yellow boots to Lady Madonna. The best part was seeing it with Stef.
Vegas is what you want it to be. For us, it was the perfect, relaxing (and hot!) mini-getaway.
Funny story: I booked everything in advance and planned it out in my head--we'd drive out on Sunday, have the night to roam around Vegas, and then see Beatles LOVE Monday night to leave the amazing show in our heads during the long drive home. The website had technical difficulties so I had to book tickets via phone, which I absolutely abhor. They misspelled my last name by one letter and I never got my e-mail confirmation.
When we arrived at The Mirage on Sunday, we played around with the idea of picking up our show tickets since the lines weren't atrocious. By the time we got back to the hotel after enjoying a night out, the box office was closed.
The next morning, I opened the Word document that included the scribbled confirmation number and the date we were seeing the show.
The date was for the night before.
Ifreakedthehellout.
Coming to my senses, I remembered that I ended up booking tickets for Sunday night since there were better seats available for that show. Not getting the e-mail confirmation, that thought was buried in the back of my mind.
Luckily, The Mirage was very accommodating and were able to transfer our tickets to that night. Dancing around with an air of relief, we headed to the pool with a bloody mary and strawberry daquiri in our hands.
I am very grateful. The show was spectacular. One of my favorite parts was when the dancers were engaging in high-jumping acrobatics onto London-style telephone booths. Another awesome part was seeing the dancing yellow boots to Lady Madonna. The best part was seeing it with Stef.
Vegas is what you want it to be. For us, it was the perfect, relaxing (and hot!) mini-getaway.
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