We made the miserable, hungover, 5-hour drive home from Vegas yesterday, with money still in our purses and (some) dignity still in tact.
Those two things automatically deem the weekend a raging success.
I’m currently running a controlled scientific experiment on which will take longer : my old lady body to recover from the weekend or collecting/editing/uploading the 1,000+ photos we took.
Recaps to begin this afternoon. I’ve got SOOO much to share and so much to still try and figure out what the F happened. Tutu’ing, Hooter’ing, Bar Dancing, Back-Up Dancer Meeting, Locked-Out’ing, Wrong Turning, Upgrading, Free Drinking, Panty Lining, Fire Hazarding, 3-to-a-bed’ing, Billboarding, Beast Mode’ing, Slot Winning, Stranger Dangering…
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas… and on OUa(L).