It Was All a Dream..

When Christine had finally reached the very ripe age of 21, and I had reached 22, Vegas was beckoning us. Packed into Em's suby Sam drove us to the Eugene airport early in the AM and off we were.. We just couldnt bare to board the plane without a morning drink.. after all we were going to Vegas.. 4 pepper bloody marys and 1 mimosa and PRESTO we were the last on the plane! Christine and Katie decided to sleep, Em decided to flip through a huge fashion mag, and well me and sticky thought we would just keep going.. after some brews and giggles we had arrived into the warm and sunny state of Nevada. Off the plane and into the casino rigged airport we found our magic limo driver, popped a bottle of champagne and marveled at the strip. Some of us had seen this sight before, some of us hadn't, but there is something about finally being able to truthfully play at the biggest adult playground in the world that just tickles your insides! We got to the hotel met up with Katie L. and off we were to lunch and shop. While shopping we met some "dudes" on the strip who were club promoters and it was all uphill (and downhill) from there. we were to have free entry, VIP, free drinks... blah blah blah (but actually, totally worth it. Thus, I was really glad I was not a male in Vegas, $$$). By this point of the day (2 or 3 in the afternoon) Me and sticky were not quite as enthused with the strip, after too much alcohol early in the morning we decided to nap after lunch and be bums.. because after all, the night was only hours away...

Honestly, I have pondered over the rest of this Vegas blog for quite some time, writing and then deleting (because really isn't "what happens in Vegas supposed to stay in Vegas?").. and plus, I dont know if I can exactly explain it, as Hunter S. Thompson did so well... I think I must let video and pictures explain the rest... after three drunken nights, late night dining, hearing Jamie Foxx talk about his tiny testicles, being all about losing the Benjamins, and getting sat on by a big girl just isn't all that inspiring.. or is it?

Note: This post might not remain long, so enjoy, because I feel as if it is of bad moral to not leave Vegas in Vegas. And, I think I might have compromised my soul a bit..