Vegas, Vegas, Vegas. Hm. What can I say? I've been to Vegas several times, but never before with a group of girls. And never without Husband. And, okay- never without Husband's dad, who has his own (awesome) way of rolling through the city. I actually had to pay for food on this trip, readers! And it was expensive. Jesus. Christ.
*unclenches teeth*
It was a different experience entirely, this trip, but still a lot of fun. It was just nice being in a different location for a little bit, with new things to explore. And I do like exploring. I also really like traveling by myself, which is completely bizarre because typically walking through the grocery store by myself is enough to totally send me into an anxiety attack. But I had to fly out of DIA by myself to meet up with the other girls (from South Dakota, they all are) and so traveling alone? No big deal, apparently. Airports with gazillions of people? I'm cool.
(And...I totally have the travel bug now. Where to next, hm?)
I've included a few pics from the trip below. Most of them are of me, because I haven't exactly gotten the other girl's permissions to post hoards of pictures of them up on some random fashion blog for the entire world to see. It's the polite thing to do. Although I'm not sure I really have it in me to be polite at the moment, considering they all sent me back home to Colorado with my long forgotten, horrible South Dakota accent raging in full swing; an abomination of an affliction THAT ABSOLUTELY NO ONE DESERVES TO HAVE. NO ONE.
Oh, I dunno, somethin', ya know. I'm goin' to go drink some pop now, I think:
The Atrium dealie at the Bellagio.
Pandies.
The fountains! The fountains!
The neat new Louis V store at the CityCenter. The front digital facade was fun!
Stevie felt bad for the Storm Troopers; quite strangely, no one was paying any attention to them.
Word.
We decided that this had to be the coolest slot machine, ever. WE'RE GONNA WIN BIG ON KITTY GLITTER no whammy no whammy no whammy...hey wait.
Waiting outside of Serendipity 3. If I look tired, IT'S CUZ I AM.
Frozen Hot Chocolate!
Hi twin seester.
View from on top of the Eiffel Tower (Casino), and I just about wet my pants on the ride up. You almost saw me on the news, kids. Almost.
The fountain show isn't nearly as cool from up above, I must say.
In and Out. Stevie inhales burger #2.
Watching the fountain show in the rain, Beavis.
At Rao's.
Yes Chloe, that is the most ridiculously overpriced bottle of Martini & Rossi ever. And you're gonna LIKE it!
All of the girls outside of Rao's.
PUT 'UM UP, BITCH, I'VE BEEN PRACTICING MAH Wii BOXING.
The gargoyle is eating my head 'dere, or somethin'. I think. Maybe. Oh uff da, I dunno.
OKAY? OKAY! THE END.
(Now, move along you...)
(Now, move along you...)
Chloe, Colorful Colorado. 5'8" (only) when teetering in her highest 6 inch Miu Miu platform heels. Likes fashion, broccoli, ice cream, clarifying that she does not eat ice cream with her broccoli as to not cause worldwide panic, hoarding beauty products & pretty shoes, tickle fights with her husband (he would like to clarify that he does not like them back, OKAY?), anything covered in sprinkles, any alcoholic beverage made with Tang, live music, clicking the camera, sarcasm fonts, vases stuffed full of pretty flowers, and laughing hard until her belly hurts. Wants an adventurous life, lots of puppies, to never obtusely wander around with her fly down, and to be an iconic Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress with a bright, festive print when she grows up. This is where she bravely documents it all. (