Of the people traveling in our group to Las Vegas, my husband and I were the only two who hadn’t been there before.

So after an incredibly full day of sightseeing and more than one sociable beverage, while a nap seemed as appealing to us as it did to everyone else, we settled for a very brief rest in our hotel room before heading back out, just the two of us. (“We can sleep in Nova Scotia,” we rationalized.) We spent hours walking around, touring the hotels and taking in the sights, and it was close to 1 a.m. by the time we decided to pack it in.

We were only a few minutes away from our hotel when we were approached by a polite young man who asked if we were looking for something to do.

You have our attention sir, please continue.

We were offered the opportunity to enjoy an evening at one of Las Vegas’ premiere “establishments” off the strip. For a mere $40 American, a black stretch limo would pick us up right where we stood and take us back at the end of the night, our admission fee was paid, and not only did we each get two free drinks, but all drinks in the place were $2 each the entire night.

Hmmm…. go back to the piano car at Harrah’s and pay $14 each for cocktails, or have a limo ferry us to a vacation adventure?

Don’t mind if we do, good man.

The rest of the details aren’t important, but I will call your attention to the 90s movie, Varsity Blues, where the guys stepped out of the club and into the blinding sunshine, having stayed all night. I can neither confirm nor deny the specifics, but I will say that the rest of our group was delighted we could meet them for breakfast at Denny’s at 7 a.m., even though we arrived at the restaurant from a different direction, wearing clothes that looked remarkably familiar and wondering aloud if Michelob Lite would pair well with steak and eggs.

Needless to say, there was a nap in our future.

Thanks to the steady stream of oxygen being pumped into our hotel, we were ready to go after just a few short hours of rest. We spent most of the remainder of day at the casino, with plans to meet up for supper – an all-you-can-eat buffet at our hotel. And I’m not sure I’m ever emotionally prepared for the magnitude of that much food selection, so it promised to be a highlight of our trip.

I was totally right. There was so much food I wanted to cry, and it was Las Vegas, so no boiled hot dogs or anything, I’m talking full Chinese food spread, full seafood spread, full Mexican spread, fresh-sliced beef brisket, every food you can imagine. I didn’t want to eat too much to overstuff myself, but, as expected, I failed. We all did. We needed a minute before heading out on our visit to Fremont Street.

Our party took a limo to the old part of the city. I had heard much about Fremont Street, as it’s the place I’ve most often heard referred to as one of people’s favourite spots to visit. It’s hard to explain the set-up, but it’s basically a bunch of old hotels and casinos, some quirky shops and kiosks, buskers, weirdos with signs, and a ton of neon, all covered by a dome that plays a light show set to music. It was interesting to say the least, and we probably should have spent longer there just looking around.

Alas, nature called and we ducked into a casino so a few of us could find a bathroom, so we ended up staying there for awhile. We had a blast and I can honestly say that those few hours playing blackjack at the Golden Nugget were some of the most fun I had the entire trip. And no, I didn’t win a cent.

We all returned to the hotel afterward with plans to relax a bit and contact each other later, but my husband and I, not wanting to waste any time, took the opportunity to walk around some more. We visited the High Roller ferris wheel, where the most incredible, panoramic views of the city can be seen from 550 feet in the air. We walked through the incredible Bellagio hotel, the Flamingo, Bally’s, and again through Caesar’s Palace. I knew I would have some pretty impressive step count totals by the time I left Nevada.

I’ll finish my Vegas recap next week.