Wandering the strip is my favorite part of Vegas. Unfortunately it’s in the damn desert and is really f’ing hot, which is not exactly pleasant when you’re wearing 3 lbs of toulle around your waist. At least L had the foresight to get white tshirts for us. (My sweaty pits thank you.)
Luckily open container is very legal in Vegas, so you can keep yourself cool and dehydrated while you walk 7 miles to burn off your lunch of fried pickles, mingle with the Hoot clan, and cause a ruckus in the M&M store.
Paper bags are completely unnecessary, but EB is from Cleveland so it comes naturally to wrap up a cold one in pretty brown paper. Adds class, she says…
(just like sticking your hand down your pants and chugging beer does.)
Sarah Soon-To-Be
Have fun girl! I can’t believe you’re blogging while you’re out there (but am happy you are haha).
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You crazy lady, I’m home in CA now. No way in hell would I have had time/brain power to do this there.
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hah. that makes more sense!
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Umm can we please talk about how cute you are in your tutu?? Love it.
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Open container is definitely interesting. They allow that in Key West too. Makes for an interesting crowd!
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Love the tutu! Looks like yall are having a blast!
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Freaking.Love.It.
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Omg I love the tutu. Love. How sweet. I demand to wear a tutu when I have a bachelorette party!
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Yeah, toulle + heat = mucho discomfort. Exactly the reason I decided not to wear mine for Ragnar when it was nearly 90 out.
I like the paper bags – kind of like the red plastic cup disguise.
Pack smart! Ha! OK, I am loving your adlibs on all the pics.
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