Round 2...Vegas

The lights illuminate the sky like a 120 watt light bulb in the darkest of closets. Your head spins with amazement like you are on a carousel going 87 mph. There is always so much to drink and so little time. This is my wonderland called Las Vegas.

This time, the wonderland was a little more tame than the last time. My number one PIC (Partner In Crime), Amanda was not with us (note to self: Amanda must accompany me on all Vegas excursions). I realized you can take the girl out of the party, but you can't take the party out of the girl.

Josh and I went to celebrate my birthday and we had a blast. My "blast" and his "blast" aren't even in the same solar system. He wanted to relax by the pool. I wanted to relax my the pool with tequila shots and fruity cocktail chasers until I "fell asleep." Josh wanted to see different hotels and casinos; he wanted to compare the architecture and amenities. The only amenities I wanted to compare were how fast can you get me my drink and which hotel had the best 3 foot margarita in a commemorative glass. Josh wanted to have a nice dinner and go back to the room and relax (this is where my vampire tendencies arise). I wanted to eat a little bit so, one, my stomach wouldn't be full-more room for beer and shots; second, I didn't want to puke while I drank and danced until the sun came up. Josh wanted to wake up early and have breakfast. I thought that was a brilliant idea, if breakfast were a bloody mary!!!!!!!

I drank and laughed while he studied what we can do next time to make things more "relaxing" (massage-no happy endings, facials, mani/pedi etc). I enticed him with strippers and booze while he returned the favor and enticed me with safety. All in all, we had a nice relaxing weekend...in Vegas. It was great to get away from the daily grind. I truly loved being in another world.

So, to my friend who was passed out on the beach in front of the Mirage, try to make it up to your room next time. To the girl doing the "walk of shame" with her face looking like a melted Barbie head, wash your face next time, it will make a world of difference. Finally, for all those parents who brought their cute, huggable toddlers, PLEASE put them to bed before 3 a.m. The wasted meltdown and toddler meltdown don't mesh well!

The party will return!