Any excuse to jet off to the Sin City? Yes please!
While airline prices skyrocket for the craziness of Super Bowl, I sneak in on a $100 RT flight Wed-Sun just prior for a girls weekend. We crash at our mentorβs beautiful pad just 10 mins from the infamous strip and have a built in local tour guide.
These ladies have a contagious energy that feeds my relentless pursuit of more. And we are offβ¦..
We dive right in to the widespread festivities at the exclusive NFL House to smooze with a wide range of industry professionals and soak in ideas from all the sponsor activations. It was so exciting to meet up with other powerful women in our cohort in their element, making things happen!
Then we jet off to a local favorite show of the Bronx Wanderers and even woke early the next day to squeeze in an inspiring adventure to one of my favorite day trips just 45 mins away at Valley of Fire State Park (which never disappoints).
We switch gears to join the grand opening of a new pizza joint adjacent to the Wynn and then crash the Minnesota Vikings VIP shindig.
Squeezing every last ounce of the next day, we troll the strip checking out all the sponsor activations, stop in each specialty merchandise pop-up location, take lots of selfies at each hotelβs unique backdrop, skip the ridiculous lines at the NFL Fan Fest and the list goes on and on.
We even skipped out to Red Rock Canyon to climb some more cliffsides (brutal windchills) and drive the scenic loop just a mere 20 mins from the strip. Then the endcapβ¦.. I snagged a last minute ticket to the awe-inspiring new Sphere venue to a see the one and only U2. What an amazing experience!
No regrets. Ever.





