The first time I went to Vegas was for our wedding. We’ve been there so many times since then I practically feel like a townie. Our last trip was for the MAGIC fashion convention and the first time I ventured into Sin City without having my mother as a chaperone. I think for the first time in my life I know why the simple phrase “Work Hard, Play Hard” is a cliche.
By Robert Brown
The first day was a drain- totally overwhelming. Where hell do you start when there are 6000 vendors to choose from? Where do you sign in? Why is the line for coffee so long? Why do they only have Starbucks? I developed a serious issue from shopping all day and not actually buying anything. The worst doppleganger to retail therapy. I actually ended up getting weird at a shopping mall later and spending way too much money.
After a clandestine meeting with the ever entertaining Psydde Delicious- shots of Jameson turned into shots of “ass juice” (whatever that is) at the Double Down, turned into dancing alone at the gay bar, turned into 4:00 AM trips to the Fatburger and waking up cuddling what was left of a cheeseburger and fries- Only 4 hours late to the Rodeo the next day. Eh- shit happens.
We met the right people. I hope we bought the right stuff. A week later and I’m still in a spin. My ankles still hurt from 4 inch heels, my knees are scabbed from falling down and I can’t wait to start signing for packages.