In my family, I'm known as the one who knows how to really have fun and indulge in luxury when I travel. And this is especially true when it comes to birthdays: If I didn't see my name written on a plate in chocolate in some fabulous hotel, did I even have a birthday? For her part, my sister is far less inclined to frivolities. But, as her 50th birthday drew closer on the calendar, I simply couldn't stand to let it go unacknowledged without the kind of blowout I'd want β indeed, expect!
So, I took over the planning and did it my way. I gathered our group, including two of our mutual close girlfriends, for a girls' trip to Las Vegas β my favorite city for a party, hands down. We four ladies all shacked up in a hotel room in the new Versailles Tower at Paris Las Vegas, where we had a high-floor balcony β a Strip rarity β with a knockout view directly over the Bellagio fountain.
The famous fountain show, with its musical accompaniment, served as the appropriately festive backdrop while we primped and got ready to go out each evening. Yes, of course, I brought along a "50 and fabulous" sash and tiara for my sister to wear on the Strip β a very not-her but totally-me demand for public attention for a milestone life moment that triggered tons of cheerful birthday wishes from passersby.
And it paired great with the matching heart-shaped sunglasses another friend brought for all of us to wear. First up, we headed to Lisa Vanderpump's new lounge, Pinky's β a gorgeous, gilded venue all about feminine energy and fun, with signature pink cocktails and dishes presented in opulent birdcages or frothing with dry ice. It was the '90s nostalgic singalong that was perfectly on-theme for a 50th birthday bash and just what our group needed to get loose and grooving.
Next, it was off to the spa β to me, this is an essential element of any girls' trip. We spent hours lounging in robes at Caesars' Palace's Qua Baths, an ancient Rome-inspired labyrinth of decadent pools and therapeutic spaces. Throughout, there were groups of women of all ages, chatting and laughing for more of a celebratory than a subdued atmosphere, and it was the perfect vibe. That night, we hit the town again, first for an indulgent dinner at Bobby Flay's seafood restaurant Amalfi.
