I want to go back to Vegas.

So, I am the typical tourist. I took 164 pictures. My camera told me so.

I really wanted to narrow it down to 10-15 pictures, but well, that was seriously impossible and I realized that I officially suck because I couldn't do it.

So this is the thing. I won't be upset if you go on by my Vegas posts and pretend you never saw it. I promise not to hold it against you. But if you see me not comment on one of your blog posts, it might be on purpose. Just saying ... ;)

{On the plane: I assured the hubs that it is a very normal thing to take a self plane pic. Someone named Tams said so}


{smiling for the camera our first night before heading out. it is times like this you wish that you knew how to work the timer on your crappy camera}



{side note: it is an honor to be a girl in Vegas. you get in for free, you drink for free. they say that in a group the women ratio should always be higher than the men ratio, fyi}


{Don't you hate it when a stranger offers to take your picture (like they are some professional photographer on the side) and proceeds to do a crappy job? Well, I do}

We went to Studio 54 the first night. The gals got in for free AND we got free drinks for an hour. Regardless of the awesomeness, I think mostly everyone was tired and the thought of the flash penetrating our eyes was enough to make us want to vomit. So I do not have many pictures of this night.


{the gal in black was my roomie in college. freshman to junior year!}





After the dancing and pretending that I really didn't want to sleep, the hubs and I had McDonald's. McDonald's fries are the best when you've been up for 24 hours. OK, who am I kidding? It is always the best.