No really, I'm like Chandler in that episode of Friends when he and Monica take their engagement photos. (Photographer: "I'm sorry Sir, is the seat uncomfortable?" Chandler: "No, I am!") I HATE having my picture taken. Actually, hate isn't a strong enough word. I think the only person who hates being photographed more is my husband, so we were quite the pair. And for those who don't believe me, here's proof:
Could our smiles BE any more forced?
(By the way, we're outside the Wynn here, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite spots on the Strip. It's absolutely gorgeous in there--but I'll get to that in a minute)
Photo-Phobia aside, I had an awesome trip. Great food. Amazing show (we saw La Reve at the Wynn). I even let myself relax a bit.
It was hard not to-look at our room!
It was hard not to-look at our room!
(We upgraded to a Junior Suite this time--not as nice as a high roller suite, but it was cheaper and still gave me a separate area to write in)
A couple things you might notice in the photo:
1) Yes, Ella came with us. She goes EVERYWHERE with me. I really can't sleep without her. For realz. (And no, she didn't go on a Daring Journey this time)
2) I did some serious shopping (and yes, I would have lined my purchases up on the sofa even if I weren't taking a photo--sometimes I swear I have OCD)
Where did I do that shopping?
But also here:
(But we'll talk about the new Louis tomorrow. He deserves his own post.)
Okay, I don't want this post to run too long, so here's some random photos of me at various spots along the strip:
At the Grand Canal outside The Venetian
At the Lake of Dreams at the Wynn, having my first alcoholic drink in like 10 months (when I started using every spare second I had to write/edit I stopped drinking because alcohol makes me sleepy)
Inside the Wynn, in a room that always feels like a Fairy Land to me.
Here's a better shot of the lighting in there:
(it's also better because I'm not in it!)
And I have to say, the best part for me was that I found some awesome inspiration for my book. Everything in Vegas is so over-the-top, which is perfect for the fantasy world I'm creating. I'm totally stealing some of these decorating ideas and reworking them to fit my locations:
Part of this works perfect as a staircase in one of the towers at my school
These light fixtures were so amazing I have to work them in somewhere. Not sure where yet, but SOMEWHERE!
And this one I actually stole last year when I was there (for the few of you who've read my draft, this is the inspiration behind the gadget I call "The Leapmaster") but this time I was smart enough to take a picture.
Even better, our last day there I had a major epiphany with my plot. There's been one ugly kink in my lovely little plot chain and I've been battling it for months with no solution. But after three days of relaxing in Vegas I FINALLY figured it out--and it wasn't even a complicated solution. A couple of tweaks in the dialogue of some earlier scenes, and a few bigger changes in the climax and the plot is perfect--no kinks or plot holes in sight (at least, I hope). Not sure what made me put the pieces together--could be the change of scenery, the fact that I actually slept a little (or maybe it was that spot of alcohol...hm...interesting) but I feel like this huge shadow of doubt has been wiped off my draft. I still have to finish editing and polishing, but I really think I have all the pieces in place now, which is a MIRACLE!
I think there might be a lesson in there. Maybe I've been underestimating the value of taking a break, having some fun, giving myself some Shannon Time. I think my brain works better that way. Who knew?
Okay, thanks for suffering through the horrible Shannon pictures (I hope they somewhat lived up to your expectations) and tune in tomorrow for the epic Louis Vuitton reveal (I'm sure my male followers are in breathless anticipation)
And I'll leave you with one of my favorite parts of our trip: The Lake of Dreams.
Every half hour at the Wynn, the Lake of Dreams does a light and music show. Here's the three we stayed for (whilst having drinks and tweeting like crazy--we were there for an hour and a half after all)
This one was all about snow and winter
Here the flowers bloomed and danced to classical music
And my personal favorite: the giant frog hopped up and sang Low Rider