After having already spent seven days in Vegas, seven days which went way, way too fast might I add, we had reached the halfway mark and it was time to change hotels. Before we get to hotel number two though, let me first tell you a little bit about hotel one.

It may not have been one of the famous well known types, but The Polo Towers was by far the most beautiful, elegant, breathtaking hotel that I have ever stayed in and trust me, I have seen more than my fair share of beautiful hotels and resorts in my twenty-one years of living. I guess you could say I’ve been a little bit spoilt.

Unfortunately for this story though, our first hotel was quite possibly the one and only thing in the whole of Vegas that I did not take photos of. Probably because The Polo Towers was our very first stop since leaving the airport and to be quite honest, I think I was still in awe of just how beautiful Vegas was. I’m not overly worried though, considering I still remember every little detail like it were yesterday. Everything from the timeless decor right down to the biggest, most beautiful double sink marble stone bathroom that I have ever laid eyes on; it was breathtaking.

Hotel one however, was sadly the hotel in which my brother and Kristin had won the rock off for the bedroom, leaving Boyfriend and I with a lovely little fold out sofa. I wasn’t at all complaining though, regardless of whether we slept in a beautiful bedroom or on a sofa bed in the middle of the living room, we were still in Las Vegas and I was still the luckiest girl in the world. Besides, we were on our way to hotel number two and the tables would be turned soon enough.

So this morning, after hours and hours of trying to pack every little thing we had accumulated over the last seven days into our already full suitcases, we said a tearful goodbye to our room at The Polo Towers and we made our way to what would be our new home for the next seven days; The Jockey Club.

Now, when I said ‘this morning’ you probably assumed that I meant we finished packing and left the hotel at a reasonable hour. You would have assumed wrong.

At around 4:00am this morning, after finally zipping up the last and final bag, we had found ourselves in a little bit of a dilemma. With five people, six had Kristin not already left for Hawaii and atleast fifteen bags between us, how exactly where we going to fit ourselves and our bags into a taxi, in a town where maxi-taxi’s as such did not exist?

Compliments of the extremely friendly staff at the front desk, we managed to get our hands on the number of what we thought would be some kind of maxi-taxi. What soon arrived however, was something none of us were expecting.

Parked right there in front of our gorgeous hotel stood a beautiful, big, sparkling black ‘Entertainment Limousine’. What we thought would be your average every day people mover had turned out to be a shiny black party bus with multi-coloured disco lights, a flat screen TV, extremely loud music and just to top it all off, a stripper pole. I don’t think I have ever laughed so hard at 4:00am in all my life.

So here we all were, outside of our hotel at 4:00am in the middle of Vegas, climbing our way into the back of an ‘Entertainment Limousine’ with all fifteen of our bags, ready to make our way to hotel number two. However, despite travelling in an actual bus sized vehicle, it was still a little bit more of a squeeze than we had hoped. It appeared that we may have slightly over packed. Not to worry though, fifteen bags and all, we were still travelling in style.

Now the boys, they loved it. In fact I don’t think brother left that stripper pole from the moment he walked in until the moment he walked out, and Boyfriend, well he was just as bad. Mumma and I on the other hand, we could hardly breathe we were laughing so hard and just between you and I, I think even Dadda had a little bit of a chuckle to himself.

So although we may not have set out to have our own private little party at 4:00am this morning, it seems that where my family is concerned, plans often have a way of changing. The fact that the party was held in the early hours of the morning though, I guess you could say that was just part of the Vegas charm. In a City this beautiful, you really do lose all track of time.

Dearest week two; if this mornings little ‘party bus’ incident is anything to go by, then you are definately looking to be more and more amazing by the second.