Vegas University

So, I think I learned something in Vegas.

I think it was something I knew at one point, but had totally forgotten in the past few years, since the whole New York debacle.

I had forgotten to live my life.

MY LIFE

The life that had me talking to strangers, and going where I want to go, when I want to go. The life that is worthy of a blog and something to write about.

I mean, I loved my entire weekend there. There isn't a second of it that I regret, because I was fully living the life I had planned on living.

From our late night / early morning friend, to Zumanity, to the 12 Brits in the limo, (one of whom is apparently a semi-famous soccer player) everything was fucking brilliant.

Also, I went on the supermodel diet of Diet Coke and ciggies for most of May, so I was super skinny, and nothing helps a girl feel more like living life than looking skinny.

I don't know what in particular it was, I mean, I didn't feel different there, but I sure did feel different when I got back. I have a spring in my step. And well, I feel like something clicked.

It also helps that I got some boy attention. I hadn't received any boy attention in a while, between working my ass off and being depressed about P3, boys were not flocking to me.

But in Vegas, I had boy attention. One in particular. This adorable Brit plumped up my ego like a mofo, and while I can't remember his name, I am soooo happy that he stepped into my life.

I am kinda glad I can't remember his name though, because then I would be stalking online. And that would be bad.

Very bad.

So yes, through all the debauchery and dead brain cells, I came back from my weekend rejuvenated ... imagine how I would feel if I had slept.

You do crazy things on no sleep

Well, Saturday was an adventure. After getting back to the hotel around 7AM, Lis and I stayed up and giggled an appropriate amount, waking up the other girls and finally headed to bed around 9 or 10.

I was up again at 12:30 when Chunk and Autumn were getting ready. So I decided to go for lunch with them and see what the day would bring.

We went to a nice little French resto at the Paris. I had been there once before with my aunt. Food was still great, and our waiter was super fantastic.

Then we went shopping.

Then I wanted to die.

My hangover finally started at around 6pm. Yup, you read that right, 6 PM. What the fuck is that?!

We bought tickets to Zumanity. Holy shit was it good.

We were all blown away by it. It was funny, interactive and totally provocative. Great. I totally recommend it to the non-prudes out there.

After Zumanity, we hit up the casino at New York New York. We won some money. It was awesome.

Then off to ghostbar at the Palms.

A dancefloor outside, on the 55th floor - the breeze was incredibly conducive to dancing.

So we did. And we drank. And we danced. And we talked with boys. And fuck was it fun.

After the club closed we went to hang out with some new friends, and again, didn't get home till very early in the morning.

Debaucherous tales of Las Vegas

I hadn't been to Vegas in years. It had been so long, in fact, that I had forgotten what a ridiculously good time it can be.

This will be the first of several posts, as one would be too long and well, you deserve to know everything in the greatest of details.

What happens in Vegas no longer stays in Vegas. At least not when you have a blog.

Friday
I was so freaking excited for this trip. I had planned my outfits weeks before, prepped what I had hoped to do, and started to talk about it non-stop to anyone that would listen.

Fuck was I excited. Work had been hella busy, and while this couldn't have been a worse time, it also couldn't have been a better time. A full weekend with no work, no emails, no interweb.

Who was an excited lady?

I was, that's who.

So, Friday morning, I of course slept in a bit, made a mad dash for the border, with several panic attacks in between and boarded what could only be considered the ultimate party plane.

I swear every person on there, except for me, was hammered. (I had no American cash on me, hence the sobriety)

2.5 hours later, I landed in Vegas, ready for what promised to be a fucking gong show.

I hadn't seen the girls since March, so it was super exciting to see them all. Chunk was so pregnant it was shocking! I just had no idea her little body could carry that bump.

So Friday, we shopped, we explored a bit and then we went for dinner. PF Changs. Yeah, it was marginal, at best.

After dinner, Lis & I went for our first little adventure.

First off to Tryst. Yes, the club was beautiful - we are talking going from inside to outside, with a waterfall beautiful - but the music was meh and the boys were meh.

Oh well, as the club was closing, we decided - We need to dance! (At 4 in the morning).

At our request, the cabbie took us to an after-hours.

But it wasn't JUST an after-hours. Oh no, this my friends, was a stripclub.

SAY WHAT!? I don't want nipples with my gin & tonic. We promptly finished our drinks and headed out the door.

It was morning already and time for this night ... morning ... whenever to come to an end. But not before a stop at the Paris Hotel & Casino and the best McD's run ever. Not to mention the funniest.

Good life choices all around. Well except for the stripclub. And the normal club. And the resto.

Ok, so maybe the company compensated for the marginal-nature of the other things.

But still, good life choices.

Next ... Saturday.

So not bloggable

I had an interesting life once. It was full of fun activities, boys and random stories. It was lovely, and it gave me something to blog about.

That life is no more. At least right now. I am hopeful my life will become interesting again soon enough.

Where did that life go? I wonder that all the time.

Well, I think I have an answer - it went to work.

Work has become very consuming as of late. I work evenings, weekends, I have been coming in early and staying late. Work has become my life.

And I am not naturally disposed to being a hardworker. In fact, I am unabashedly lazy. It takes a lot of energy for me to work this hard.

Gah.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel though, and that light looks like Las Vegas. Lis, Chunk, Autumn and I are hitting up Vegas this weekend for someone's 30th - I won't name names.

So yes, I will get a break soon. I will get to dress a little slutty, probably make some poor life choices and have a tiny bit of regret when I get back, but fuck it. I am going to Vegas!

And maybe then, there will be something blog-worthy to talk about. Or maybe, they will be too scandalous to share.

I am ok with either.

*swoon*

So, let's go from serious stuff to the shallowest of the shallow - my top five list.

Top five what you may ask. Well, this list is my of top five men. You know, the ones that make you swoon, all teenager-like. The ones that would get you to ditch your girlfriends for an evening. You know.

These are in no particular order, and only one is a recent addition. The other four have been consistently listed for years.

I'm a loyal chick, what can I say?

George Clooney
He is old school Hollywood - without the sleazy Holllywood thing. He has only gotten better over the years. That smile?! OMFG. I am not sure when he was at his hottest. I noticed him on ER, but I think I fell for him in Out of Sight.

Also, he seems like a pretty cool dude - he seems to stay out of the whole crazy life and just keeps his shit on the down-low. He is hella smart, and personally, I believe him to be an all around great guy.

We would have great conversations and laugh and play jokes and ... ah. Life would be so lovely, with George and I.



Justin Timberlake
I am not afraid to admit this, I liked N'Sync. Whatever! I am a girl, it was a group of boys singing danceable music and one of them was the cutest dude alive.

That dude was Justin.

And he has since grown into one of the most swoonable dudes alive. He is fucking funny, just Google his SNL stuff. He is uber-stylish, has a smokin' bod. He can dance in high-heels!

I once had a dream that Justin and I were dating. It was great. He is great. A beautiful man with a beautiful soul. swoon.


David Letterman
I admit, this one is a little unconventional. He isn't exactly leading-man good looking or young or anything like that.

But fuck is he funny. He is sharp and witty and self-depricating and everything I appreciate in a sense of humour. And all of this, I believe makes him smart as hell, and what is hotter than a smart, funny dude?

Nothing. That is why, even married and well into his sixites, David Letterman is still on my top five. And why I will never be able to be a Leno fan.

Chuck Bass
OMFGG. I love love love Chuck Bass. I am in my late-twenties now and this may be super lame, but Chuck Bass gives me butterflies.

There is something about his ridiculous clothes and cocky swagger - something about how they hide a vulnerable soul.

Oh Chuck Bass.

I don't really know anything about Ed Westwick, and I don't really think it's about him.

This is definitely about Chuck Bass.


Ben Affleck
I love Ben. I have since Good Will Hunting. I loved him during the Bennifer years and I just can't take him off this list.

He is way better looking than Matt Damon, he seems funnier and more socially aware. He is politically active, but not a leotard about it.

Since the media blitz of Bennifer, he has become much more low-key. And he just seems like a pretty down-to-earth dude.

Although I have a hunch that he is a Patriots fan, so that might cause an issue or two million.