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Vegas

It's always a good time to be had. And it hurts you all the same. 4 nights is too many, I know that, but did it anyway. But hey, I still haven't yaked in Vegas. Though that blue drink that tasted like an otter pop and milkshake combo, came really close to ending that. An accomplishment considering I can do that at home with little to no incentive. My body hurts in ways I didn't know possible or even why.

Things I learned on this trip: Eve, Jason (her hubby) and Chris (his friend) and I are like a dysfunctional family but we vacation well together. This is our third trip together. I laughed my way through the entire trip, even in the mornings when my head hurt. Anything is fun with good people. The more I drink, the more I think I'm a superstar. As I fade it goes to rock star and then I'm just good. I can fall asleep almost anywhere, especially after a cocktail. Every morning I woke up way too damn early on too little sleep, damn east coast internal clock, and felt like I was in diabetic shock from the amount of sugar and alcohol I had the night/ morning before. I am the penny slot superstar, leaving up $135...that's a lot on penny slots. We are now conoseuirs of frozen beverages. I eat a lot, thank god for my dad's workout ethic and metabolism. Don't bring your kids to Vegas, especially itty bitty ones. And I don't understand having them out on NYE. And no I won't give you more room just because your an asshole with a stroller. Vegas is the only place to see fights, or fights that you spend more than $50 on a ticket. There were so many people on the AT&T network, I couldn't send text messages. I get really excited at fireworks and say "yessss" every time. Favorite activity was picking out working girls and they get super classy the closer it gets to dawn. We are going to create a coffee table book of the shitshow that is people in Vegas, a few times we came close to being on the cover. I don't miss smoking, my lungs hurt and I smelt like an ashtray though I never had a cigarette. I can be the girly version of myself that wears dresses, cute tops and dangly earrings because only Eve knows thats not how I dress every day. About 2 days in, I started keeping track of funny things that were said, which will be a whole other post. Vegas is insane for NYE but like Mardi Gras, only doing it once. I've grown up enough to know that I'm not wearing cute heels all night, actually only for pictures and while sitting at the table for our "family dinner.". And mom (Eve) said no phones at family dinner.

The above was written while I was waiting for my 6 am flight on new years day. Things I realized after; I didn't actually remember the outcome of some of the fights, I don't remember taking certain pictures and as I was going through my wallet looking at receipts I thought "I didn't go to coyote ugly or new york new york." But that would be where we picked up the dreaded blue drink. It's all a bit foggy but it's coming back. Though it wrecked me and my training.

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