Wynn. Brunch. Buffet.
Learned that there’s a bonus to traveling in a small pack (in our case, of two) to one of the best buffets on the Strip: Easy seating in the atrium!
I can honestly say that I have never been so inspired to put some red cabbage in a clear glass jar and hang it from my ceiling.
Up until our departure, I had been playing with the notion of a solo event I call “Buffet by Myself.” This was all hinging on the fact that Bill had a group dinner to attend to on Saturday night. I simply wasn’t keen on parting with $135 for Emeril Lagasse fare.
I swear, I was all geared up to do Buffet by Myself on Saturday night, except that I kept egging Bill to check out the Wynn and – oops – We ended up doing their brunch buffet.
I’ll admit I can be pretty full of myself, but even I know I can’t handle two buffets in one day. Thus, Buffet by Myself was never executed, but the Wynn’s Brunch Buffet was, and it was well enjoyed.
The theme of my plate was: I am Not on the Paleo Diet, but Good Luck to You with Yours.
Desserts on parade!
I stayed at the Wynn when it first opened in 2005. (It was a family trip that was otherwise awful, don’t get too excited.) Ever since then, it has remained my favorite resort on the Strip.
Remember these parasols? Here they are during the day. I used to say “So Disneyland” about them. Now I can say “So Mary Blair” and kind of have enough animation knowledge to pull it off.
What can I say. I dig curlicues.
Crazy tricked out motorcycle at Treasure Island, of a woman! Chains in hair. There are color extensions, sparkly extensions, and feather extensions – Chains are just a matter of time…
I got myself a sick hat. I originally spotted it at the Forum Shops Y-3 store in December, pined over it for about a month, fought really hard not to order it online, and decided that if it was still in stock upon my return, I’d pick it up. It was, so I did.
Turns out it was way out of season for the warm Vegas weather that I totally didn’t expect. That weekend I wore a new Hellz cardigan, except I forgot to pack the tank that was to go under the cardigan. Thinking Vegas would be cooler, I went out in just the V-neck cardigan, but the sun beat down on me and I was wholly warm and uncomfortable.
And then two of my button loops popped. In comparison to the other clothing choices seen on the street, I was still largely conservative. I mean, who wears a cardigan in Vegas? Me.
After brunch and a bit of walking around, we ended up at Circus Circus’ AdventureDome. I’m still not quite sure what I think of it. First off, I hate Circus Circus. Too many stale smokey memories of family trips to my sister’s gymnastics competitions. And in general, too much pink. As the only people taller than 4′ 8″ who were not parents, we felt a bit out of place. And then we felt compelled to really get our money’s worth out of the rides, setting an arbitrary minimum of lining up for three big whirly coaster things. However, when you do three big whirly coaster things, in a row, as an adult, you’re kinda putting yourself in jeopardy. Despite how much I enjoy thrill rides, my inner sense of balance and gravity was not pleased with the last couple we rode.
When it finally did reach dinner time, I set off for my dream meal: soup noodles (Noodle Asia, conveniently located within The Venetian) and ice cream. The ice cream bit was all thanks to Rhea and her close-to-expiring Groupon. (After the SuperBowl commercials, NO, I will not be buying from Groupon. Not like those unconscionable assholes need my money anyway.)
The Challenge: Make a $25 dessert out of Max Brenner’s menu.
The Solution: The Euphoria Peanut Butter Chocolate Fudge Sundae, the most expensive glass of wine I could find (Francis Coppola Chardonnay, 2008), and Earl Grey tea – All for one.
The Outcome: Did I finish the sundae? No. But did I keel over with an exploded stomach? Also no.
For the sake of honest storytelling, I will say I was a wee bit drunk as I walked back to The Venetian to meet Bill for Blue Man Group. But I was reading some melancholy part of The Fitzgerald Reader (By myself. In Vegas. In my “going out” clothes.) while I was drinking that wine, so it offset the lesser classiness of my latter form.
Not bad for Max Brenner Round 2, I say! (Max Brenner Round 1)
Blue Man Group was definitely entertaining, but not mind-blowing in any way. Parts of it were hilarious, but when they picked two noticeably camera-ready audience members for their spontaneous participation bits over me with my blue hair, I kinda lost any possible fangirl devotion to them. Now, if they just brought back that Funke…