As a southern Californian, I feel like Vegas is just an extension of SoCal. We’ve just happened to see people we know from home there too many times for it not to be. It’s weird to think of not having been to Vegas several dozen times. And in those several dozen, most of them were before I was even 21. My family loves going there for a long weekend, even when we were kids. I still have never been to a club in Vegas, nor have I ever been “Hangover” drunk or even close to it. Our Vegas trips revolve around walking around, shopping and eating. Plus sleeping in the most comfortable beds ever and watching movies in the hotel room. We’re crazy party animals, it’s true.
One of the best parts of this trip? My first blogger meet up ever with this lovely lady. And also committing the biggest blogger fail ever: WE DIDN’T TAKE A PICTURE. Basically we have no proof it happened so believe what you want. But you better believe we hung out for about an hour giggling at girls hobbling back from clubbing with their heels in their hands, getting super creeped out by some crazy dude and watching a guy get arrested for who knows what. Good times, that’s for sure. I think if we lived closer we could be BFFs for sure.
P.S. We didn’t get to go to the Linkin Park concert. Apparently the guy who worked at our hotel wasn’t able to get the tickets for us like he said he would, thanks man.
The purse above the best drunk purchase ever. Ok I wasn’t DRUNK, just tipsy. Bought it at Frederick’s of Hollywood, yes, the lingerie store. For 70% off. Scoreee.
That’s my drunk face. My facial expressions turns juvenile and concerned. It’s embarrassing. Thanks for taking these pictures, guys.