Girls Weekend in Vegas! And one of us is so young, she completely skews the median age of our group to about 15. Yes, we’re taking The World’s Most Beautiful Baby to Vegas. I’m calling it part of my duties as Godmother to oversee her spiritual and cultural development. Because, with a British father, Little Amelia May needs a few huge doses of American culture to remind her where the other half of her roots are.

First thing you learn about traveling with babies, it’s a bit like traveling First Class. You automatically get jumped to the beginning of every line with a full complement of staff to help you. When you are traveling with The World’s Most Beautiful Baby, the service is even more attentive. I’m thinking of adopting Calvin Trillin’s ploy for improving service: referring to her, as he did to his wife Alice, as “The Principessa”.

Who knew traveling with a baby gets you special treatment? Its like First Class without the price.

Who knew traveling with a baby gets you special treatment? It's like First Class without the price.

Our flight was ridiculously early — 7AM — which necessitated getting up and out by 5AM. Not a problem. When you are traveling with a baby, you can always schedule naptime. After an early check-in, I had a great 3 hour nap. Amelia May? Wide awake and demanding to be perambulated around the Luxor lobby for hours greeting her fans.

Unfortunately, I can’t document this with pictures as the Luxor, alone among all the casinos seems to think Tiger Woods, or someone else who doesn’t want to be photographed, will be lurking in the lobby. There is absolutely NO photography anywhere in any public spaces here.

So our first activity was rolling down the strip to see the neon. We walked from the Luxor down to Bellagio, which seemed like miles, given that every mega hotel on the Strip seems to take up ten New York blocks. This is when Amelia decided to take her nap, but that didn’t stop every street vendor, every Elvis impersonator and every Casino floor boss from remarking what a beautiful baby she is. Move over Celine, step away Cher, Amelia May is in town and she’s the new Queen of the Strip.

Reading hieroglyphics at the Luxor.

Reading hieroglyphics at the Luxor.

When you are a big girl, you get a whole drawer of your own.

When you are a big girl, you get a whole drawer of your own.

Everywhere on the Strip, hustlers and billboards were advertising Hot Babes that come to your room in 20 minutes. No thanks, already have one.

Everywhere on the Strip, hustlers and billboards were advertising "Hot Babes that come to your room in 20 minutes". No thanks, already have one.

By the time we got to Bellagios Botanical Garden display, Amelia was so OVER The Strip. Such a shame to be so jaded at such a young age.

By the time we got to Bellagio's Botanical Garden display, Amelia was so OVER The Strip. Such a shame to be so jaded at such a young age.

We walked and walked until The Strip turned from day to neon-tinged night.

We walked and walked until The Strip turned from day to neon-tinged night.

Then you end your day at a fancy restaurant. Mmmmm. Creamed squash.

Then you end your day at a fancy restaurant. Mmmmm. Creamed squash.

For more pictures of Day One, click on my Flickr pix. But I’m warning you. They aren’t very good. First of all, it takes five Sherpas to haul all the stuff a baby needs for a perambulation down The Strip and there were only two of us trying to juggle everything and tack pictures. Plus, the string hasn’t been pulled taut enough on the two tin cans that make up the Internet at this hotel. After an hour, I can’t upload any more.

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