Emily Sundberg’s 48-hour Las Vegas itinerary.
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Emily Sundberg’s 48-hour Las Vegas itinerary.
I have a feeling a lot of you are missing out on one of America’s most beautiful, chaotic cities: Las Vegas. I booked this trip a few weeks ago because I wanted to have some fun. I wanted to dress up, get drunk, win some money, spend an entire day in a spa, and eat at Carbone.
I’d been to Las Vegas a few times, but this was the first time I had a clear vision for my hair and makeup, disposable cash to gamble with, and a local 25-year-old Feed Me reader named Lars to act as my tour guide (his day job is working in medical sales and coaching lacrosse).
The itinerary I made for the weekend is just about perfect, and I’m going to outline it for all of you — nothing was paid for or sponsored, but a few of the trickier reservations were made with the help of readers.
Fly into Las Vegas on a Friday afternoon. There’s no reason to get to that city early, everything starts when the sun stars to set and cast a golden glow across the city. As the mountains and canyons turn bright orange, all of the lights on the Las Vegas Strip begin to twinkle on. Ideally, your plane lands at this moment and by the time you get to your hotel, you can crack open a Red Bull, take a shower, and begin transforming into someone sparklier.
We stayed in the Encore Tower Suites, which is part of the Encore Hotel attached to The Wynn. That means you basically never have to leave… but we did. We landed around 3pm, got a coffee granita at Urth (Vegas has its own freaky wellness current that flows through the casinos), and hit the gym. The gym and spa situation at Encore was outstanding, but we’ll get into it on day two.
An hour of blood flow-inducing cardio and stretching later, my friend
and I went back to our suite and got ready for the three stops of the night:Dinner at Carbone. I liked this location of Carbone. My plug got me, Gaby, and Lars a sexy corner booth which gave us a decent view of Julian Schnabel’s portrait of Christopher Walken, and an excellent view of a table of seven men who kept looking at us and raising their eyebrows. A lot of overt expressions in this town. Lots of cartoonish expressions almost, like it’s a town where people have cartoon face, and men still go “Awooga!” and have a jaw-drop when a woman in a red dress walks by. And I liked it. I could tell we were seated in the sexier room because everyone sitting in there looked like they wanted to have sex. We ordered the spicy rigatoni, a beef carpaccio that the theatrical server compared to butter no less than three times, lamb chops, and then we were sent three desserts. As we walked out, we all took a Bellini-flavored Zyn.