What do you get when you mix 9 girls, 2 rooms at the MGM Grand, and 3 days of pool parties in Las Vegas?
A seriously epic Labor Day Weekend (and some seriously questionable Snapchat stories posted).
Las Vegas is like being in a time warp, so far out of touch with reality that you’re never quite sure what day or what time of day it is. The casinos are endless stretches of smoke, artificial lighting, and patrons promising themselves that this next roll of the dice is actually the last one. The MGM Grand is more closely aligned to a giant mall rather than a hotel and the lack of windows or any semblance of the outside world is at best disconcerting and at worst, disorienting (as in, how the hell am I supposed to find my way back to my room in this maze of roulette tables, drunk Brits, and chain restaurants?).
All the clubs and pool parties are a great time; you can’t go wrong with non-stop bottles and dancing in bikinis with your friends for hours on end.
The clubs and pool parties we went to included:
+Tiesto at Hakkasan at MGM Grand
+Wet Republic Pool Party at MGM Grand
+Encore Beach Club at the Wynn
+Kygo at Marquee at the Cosmo
I would highly recommend slipping away for an hour or two to check out The Neon Museum — I booked an 8:30 am guided tour (I deserve an award for not keeling over during this) and it was well worth it.
If you look past the grimy glitz of Vegas nightlife, there’s a ton of history in this desert oasis. The Neon Museum is home to the Neon Boneyard which is a collection of retired neon signs from bygone eras of Vegas nightlife. It’s interesting to see how typography and signage — the iconic Vegas art form — has changed throughout the years and the retro signs dating back to the 1930s evoke some nostalgia from a time when Sinatra partied at The Sahara and mobsters ran the city.
The Neon Museum Visitor’s Center is located inside the old La Concha Motel lobby, constructed in 1961, the highlight of Mid-century modern architecture (think Space/Atomic Age; the alien emoji pairs well with many structures here).
It’s Mars — a raucous, hot, dusty Mars where champagne is ever-flowing and the party literally never stops (looking at you, men still sitting at the blackjack table at 7:30 am — we know you didn’t wake up early to come down and play). Whether your plan is to relax by the pool or party your face off, there’s really no way to escape getting swept up in the ostentatious razzle-dazzle of Vegas. Sin City — the only place on Earth where your biggest worry is when that next bottle of Veuve is showing up at your table.
Holstein's Shakes and Buns: spiked milkshakes and amazing burgers for your last day of pool parties.
Crush: Fine dining restaurant inside the MGM Grand -- quiet, cozy, and the best mashed potatoes ever (BYOMP!!)