Last week, I went to Las Vegas for the first time ever for a fashion tradeshow called MAGIC. Yes, first time to Vegas AND sponsored by work. *insert praise hands emoji* I stayed at the Mirage, which was totally Beatles themed. At first I was overwhelmed by the fact that yeah, there really are slot machines everywhere. From the airport to just about every building you go into on the strip.
I got in early on Monday morning and decided to venture around outside. It was 110 degrees outside, but felt surprisingly pleasant compared to the gross humidity of the Midwest. I walked around and took a million dorky touristy photos until I decided to head to the Mandalay Bay Convention Center. Now, dummy me assumed you could just walk down the strip to the hotel. But no, two miles in Vegas is very different from two miles in Chicago. It would have taken me an hour to walk one mile because everything is so massive and spread out like crazy. So, I had to cab it just about everywhere. I ran around the trade show on Monday, and then changed for some of the parties I was going to. One was hosted by Belvedere Vodka, so I had quite a lot of delicious (FREE) cocktails and met some random people. The playlist was amazing and I was super disappointed none of my friends were around to jam out. But after a few cocktails, I didn’t mind partying it up with some very fashionable strangers.
After that party, I went to the Cosmopolitan to another MAGIC party. I had to go through more checkpoints to get to the club in the Marquee than I had to at the airport. I got my extremely tiny $14 cocktail and headed into the club, which was thumping with crazy club music. I was pretty sure I had fallen into an episode of Gossip Girl. It was so fancy with a crazy red, spinning disco ball, screens and strobe lights everywhere. And at one point, the dudes in front of me ordered bottle service that was served with SPARKLERS brought out by some hot ladies. After watching the silliness for a while, I called it a night.
Tuesday was all running around the trade show, having business meetings over delicious food and fighting my exhaustion. I had the most delicious $65 filet mignon at Stripsteak and the best Moscow Mule ever. Maybe it tasted so good because again, I was not paying, ha. But I was so full that I had to bail on the parties. (Plus, I had been up since 6AM and it was like 10PM—or midnight my time.) But once I’d successfully put on some yoga pants, I ran around the Mirage and attempted to gamble a little bit. I played the penny slots for a while, but when no one brought me a free drink for playing, I went to bed. I’M SO WILD, SOMEONE STOP ME.
Wednesday I decided that I would take the monorail to the Las Vegas Convention Center. This turned out to be the worst idea because I was so hot in my bizcaz clothes and the monorail, which I was told was just “across the street,” took about 20 minutes to get to from my hotel lobby. And then once I got to LVCC, I had to walk another 20 minutes from the exit. I regret my no cab decision there. But I wandered around WWDMAGIC. All I wanted to do was look through the Free People booth, but it was so insanely crowded. Womp womp. Not like I could have bought anything anyway. The crazy thing about MAGIC is that it’s all for retailers who are looking for pieces to put in their store, so there is very little shopping. Probably a good thing since I wouldn’t have had any way to bring it back. But I did enjoy the “JAPAN FUN TIME” booth, which had some Sailor Moon products, so I nerded out a bit.
Otherwise, I was trying to sit as much as humanly possible because my feet were just covered in blisters. SEXY I KNOW.
All in all, it was an interesting, fun trip. It’s strange to go to some place like Vegas by yourself for the first time. I would much prefer to go with friends next time obviously, mainly to sit around the pool for the daytime and then go partying at night. All this walking around made me too exhausted for the partying part! According to my fitness tracker, I clocked in about 22 miles during those 3 days.