Viva Las Vegas

I did something crazy yesterday.

I schemed with one of J's best friends on Friday and we bought tickets for Vegas! Here's the crazy part - it was for Saturday. Yes, I bought tickets Friday, and we flew out the next day. In fact, I just got home a couple of hours ago!

We had miles, a friend had a companion fare, why not?!

It was spontaneous, exciting, and we had a fantastic time! Our pal came by under the rouse that we were going to look at a boat - he wanted our opinion. He got to our house and said, 'Well, sorry Jeremy, change of plans!' and we handed him a boarding pass. I had a small bag packed for us and off we went!

And it just got better. We were upgraded to first class! In line for security we made friends, they were headed to Vegas too. Turns out, they were in first class as well! They had a limo taking them to their hotel and they offered to let us ride along and they would drop us at our hotel! I mean, could it have worked out any better?? We were riding high, that's for sure.

We checked in at the New York New York, changed our clothes and hit the casino. There was a big fight at the MGM, so we decided to venture of there and check out the scene. It was crazy busy, but we found a fun craps table and our friend taught us to play craps. Well, our friend and the very nice Hawaiian gentleman that I befriended - Anthony. I lost, but not enough that we still didn't have a great time.

After a bit of gambling, we decided to go to the dueling piano bar in our hotel. It was packed, the music was great and we proceeded to make more friends. In fact, one of the girls we hung out with was there from Seattle! Us girls had free entry to the club in NY NY (Rok), so we decided to check it out. Thankfully we were able to get the guys in free too. It's not a big nightclub, in fact I've been there before, but we had a great time dancing with our new friends until the wee hours of the morning. By about 3:30 or so we'd had our fill and called it a night.

Morning came too quickly, we grabbed some breakfast, and back to the airport for our 11:15 flight home. I am exhausted. Running around in 3 inch heals and dancing for 4 hours is a good work out! My legs are sore. My throat is hoarse from yelling over the music. I probably drank a little more than I should have. I have a blister (oddly not from my sexy peep-toe pumps, but the kitten heal I wore to the airport). And mostly - I need a nap!

But you know what? I would do it all again. We lived it up!

Jeremy was so surprised. Vegas is his D.isney Land. People watching, friends to make, good food... what more can a guy ask for?

It may have only been for a night, but we really lived the rock star lifestyle!