Vegas Baby!

So basically I have been a blog-lurker for many months now, but I have finally decided to give in to the suggestion that I actually contribute to the blogosphere (I have no idea if I have the lingo down, but hey, I gave it a shot!). I just returned from a trip to Las Vegas for a joint bachelorette party for me and my friend who I will refer to as OC from here on out. What better time to start a blog?

Ah, Vegas. I can smoke anywhere I want to and no one will yell at me.

This was your basic bachelorette Vegas trip. We booked a VIP package for Saturday night...dinner in a fancy restaurant, strip club, dancing...the usual. Much of this experience was what I expected, however one thing stood out. Our dining establishment of choice is called Alize on the 56th floor of the Palms Casino. Pretty chi-chi. We are sitting at the table in all of our sparkly shirted glory, and the couple at the next table started chatting with us. They were Vegas-dwellers, he was about 50 and she was a few years younger. This is how part of the conversation went:

Vegas Lady: Did you know that the Dover Sole is the specialty of this restaurant?

Me: Yeah, I saw that, but we didn't order it

Vegas Lady: Well in that case...

And then Vegas lady proceeded to cut us off a portion of her $60 fish and pass it on a bread plate to our table. It was a big enough piece that each of the four of us at my table had 2 bites.

Living here in L.A., I just don't run into friendly people that often. Especially people who are willing to give you some of their food.

Quite refreshing.