The Utes were put in the Vegas Bowl this year so Station's grandpa so graciously invited us down with him to hang out to see them play and maybe see some great Vegas lights. While preparing for our trek down there a few weeks in advance, Station had a brilliant idea. Since we both weren't too big into regular engagement photos, let alone in snow. So why not bring down our photographer to Viva Las Vegas with us? Oh because she has a life and a family and can't just not work for a while and come down with us. But Station said we should ask anyways because she is super cool and it would be sweet. Well she not only said yes, but she said heck yes. So we when the time came, we all packed up in my little car, with a check engine light on, and drove down to Vegas. Luckily on our way we were able to get wild wild weather and even witness a bit of the flooding that happened in St. George.
The one of a hand full of days that it actually rains in Vegas and we are there, expecting to take pictures there. But we kept high hopes and decided to still get dressed in our little outfits in one of the hotels and see if we can maybe take some pictures inside some lobbies. As we were getting all ready I found out thatI had forgotten my mascara. Which isn't usually a problem, unless I was wanting to look like my dad. Which isn't necessarily bad, unless I want to look like a girl. Which I do. But Station made sure to make me feel like I looked fine and we went outside to start looking for a place to start. As soon as we walked outside, we held our hands out and there was no rain. None. It was a Christmas Miracle. Station's grandpa said that his wife had some input on the weather so we would be able to do what we needed. So with no rain for about an hour and a half, we ran around the strip and got some sweet pictures and were able to get just enough right as it started to pour again.
As soon as we were done with that, we went back to our hotel room, once we actually found it, and changed into some warm clothes to watch the game. The traffic was awful and we had to drop off Station's grandpa at some strange point and hope that he made it to the seats. Station told us not to worry because he is always helped by someone and he was. A buggy in fact. What are the odds? Anyway, we got into our seats and watched the game. They lost. Oh well.
After the game we went to the Bellagio and sat in the wrong line for a long time for the buffet. Once we finally got in we chowed down on some great food and were able to hang out.
After dinner, Station and I walked around the strip, which luckily was cleared because of the once in the year rain so we walked around with only one weird guy muttering under his breath about us being police or something because we were taking pictures. He then walked jaggedly across the street and we went on our way.
The drive home was easy and Station was only a little late for work so it was pretty successful. I am just so glad everything worked out and we could get that little slot of heaven to take our pictures taken.
{ where my grandparents went on their honeymoon many moons ago}
{our view from our room}
{inside the Cosmopolitan in front of the chandelier bar}
{nuthin like it}
{Louis Vutton's building which had lights on it and would make little designs}
