When Saturday morning hit, Sandruh and I attempted to hide from the light as best we could due to the major headache and nausea we were both sporting. Aunt D and her BFF Tif (who had flown in on a separate flight) had booked a morning of pampering at a spa, so they quietly crept out of the room, leaving us a note where they knew we'd find it (in the bathroom). Neither Sandruh nor I are much into the spa scene because we knew it would be really hard to bet at a Craps Table while getting a massage. Not sure if that would work.

When 11AM hit, we both decided it was time to slap on some more make-up and chew some gum. Once we were somewhat prettified, I decided to take Sandruh out and show her Vegas. This was my fourth time visiting so I felt pretty confident in knowing what sights I thought she'd like to see.

We started our adventure at the south end of the strip, beginning at to the Excalibur, New York New York, and MGM Grand. We caught the monorail at the rear of the MGM ($12 for an all day pass) and rode it to Bally's and then hit the Bellagio, Caesar's Palace and the Paris Hotel. It was a lot of walking but we had a plan due to awakening taste buds and a growling tummy.

It was buffet or "buttfet" time. Sandruh heard that the Paris Hotel was ranked as one of the top buffets so we made it our mission to get there. After walking about 50 miles, we made it to the buffet, starving and cranky. The line to get in wrapped around about three miles and there was a guaranteed 45 minute wait. Thankfully enough, like an oasis in the Sahara, there was a scrumptious little man selling $5 Bloody Mary's across from the buffet. Since Sandruh looked sort of faint, I promptly walked over and bought her one, complete with the egg-sized green olive and celery. We devoured our cocktails in line and encouraged a man, whom was in Vegas for a banking conference, to also partake amongst the adult beverages. He told us that he wasn't even a drinker (yeah right) but I can tell you that it didn't take much convincing to get him drinking.

Lunch was all that and a bag of chips. There were about a dozen different stations of different food items: steak, salads, crab, shrimp, pasta, breakfast items (it was brunch time), pastries, cakes, cookies, veggies, breads, soups, and the list goes on and on. Unlike Hometown Buffet, everything tasted different and delicious. We ate and ate and ate some more. We ate like the old days at King's Table. It was gluttonous and divine. My stomach and lower intestines ached with the expectation of - oh, I won't even go there. I think you get my point of how friggin' good it all was.

After rolling out the door of the buffet, we then decided it was time to wander and gamble. We also discovered the lovely little adult slushy stops so it made our sightseeing a little more interesting to say the least. It also made toy buying at FAO Schwartz a ton of fun. I've never had to put a daiquiri down so I could closer inspect a Barbie doll. What a trip. This store even had the huge floor piano like the movie "Big." Sandruh refused to re-enact the scene from the movie and I couldn't convince the four year old playing on it to get off and let the big girls have a turn.

Here's what we did do:

Sandruh felt up Cleopatra:

We saw the Eiffel Tower:

Donnie and Marie waved:

I saw my picture on a moving van several times. Talk about unnerving:

Met a Caesar who enjoyed talking about himself in the third person. But good Lord, those yummy thighs made up for his enlarged ego:

We ended up wandering around through Caesar's Palace for about two hours because our sense of direction just wasn't where it should have been. The alcohol on board certainly did not help either. Aunt D kept texting and calling us because she was worried we had been kidnapped by porn producers or recruited into some sort of nudey show. But no such luck. We were just intoxicated tourists who couldn't find their way out of a paper bag.

We eventually made it back to the Luxor, just in time to get ready for the NKOTB concert. It was a long, fun day, but there was so much more to come...

Stay tuned. I have so much to tell you about the concert it deserved it's own posting!