I did it. I went to Vegas. Again.
Sometimes I wonder how I survive each and every time. I don't gamble, so that's a relief to my bank account, but I do however like to drink and dance and stay up way passed my bedtime.
And Vegas is a perfect place to do that for a few days.
Remember the time I locked myself out of my hotel room in only a housecoat and a towel? That didn't happen this time.
Remember when I nearly died in New York? That DID happen again this time. When will I learn? I did however make the decision to sit in the very front. Because I'm smart and shit.
And remember my picture montage? I may do another. I have some good ones. We'll see.
And last, but certainly not least, remember the horse at Caesar's Palace? It's 15 months later, and the eyes are still green. EPIC folks, EPIC.
Sadly I don't have any stories like peeing on a homeless man, which is pretty awesome actually, maybe I am growing up?, but the trip was fantastic any ways. I may not remember everything, but that's really the whole point isn't it? To have memories you don't actually remember.
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