**Saturday, May 16th & Sunday, May 17th: Late Night and Early Morning, Respectively**
Before heading over to the Palms Resort & Casino (which is located off of the Vegas strip), we obviously had to get ready before going out. In my family, this usually means taking photos:
"Alright, enough photos!! Let's go already!!"
Our first stop at The Palms was The Playboy Club, since it opened much earlier than the other clubs.
Entrance to the Playboy Club...
Inside the Playboy Club. Very swanky and sophisticated.
The whole gang.
Me and my brother...
My brothers with our bunny waitress.
The man himself, Hugh Hefner.
View of the strip from the Playboy Club...
Another view of the strip. Las Vegas is seriously gorgeous at night (duh).
Before heading over to the Ghostbar nightclub, my sisters-in-law decided to get tattoos while at The Palms, at Huntington Ink.
One of my sisters-in-law, getting a tattoo. This tattoo parlor was ridiculously clean, classy, and professional - if you are going to get a tattoo, I suggest getting it there!!
Her end result = a "B" in the middle of the heart for "Billy" (my brother/her husband's name).
And here is my other sister-in-law, with basically the same tattoo design (her tattoo has a "D" in the middle of the heart for "Danny," my brother/her husband's name).
After my sisters-in-law were done getting their tattoos, and my brothers and I returned from a "wild goose-chase with a hothead/lunatic cab driver" cab ride back from our hotel over to The Palms again (to get my forgotten ID in my hotel room - this is all too long and complicated of a story/adventure to fully share, haha), it was officially time to head to Ghostbar.
"Welcome to Ghostbar."
We were all dancing, having a great time (even though the see-through glass floor was a little daunting, since we were on the 56th story of The Palms)...
...but then we found out that apparently we were not supposed to be doing that.
My dad could not stop laughing when he saw this sign, so he proceeded to photograph it.
Around 2:00am, we hopped over to the Moon Nightclub - a decision that we would all soon regret.
The only good thing about Moon was the retractable roof - pretty cool...
But between the trashy go-go dancers and crowd itself, this club was awful.
Take my advice = go to the Playboy Club, go to Ghostbar; skip Moon. Ick.
Too many nasty stories that happened at Moon, haha ;-)
Although we had planned on going to the Rain nightclub as well, we were all just too revolted by our experiences at Moon to go any further.
Considering that our bodies were still not adjusted to the 3-hour time change, we were more than ready to call it a night (err, morning) anyways.
This concluded our last night and early morning in Las Vegas. The weekend flew by!!
**Please stay tuned for Part Six of the VeggieGirl Gone Wild? blog post series - last one, I promise!!**
