Two weeks ago I spent the weekend in Vegas with five of my girlfriends. Since we're of the real world, employed, generally functioning (for the most part) category of people now, the excitement really built up quickly for the weekend getaway.
In our eager haste our email chain quickly got raunchy and giddy and included quotes such as, “Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.”
We stayed at the Venetian, which, if you don't know, is pretty in a my-grandma's-knock-off-italian-kitchen sort of way. I brought the cheese puffs and forgot my second pair of shoes, naturally.
Here's a little photo journal. I'm working on becoming a more thoughtful blogger and taking artsy photos of food and drinks and all those other things I (sometimes) care about in addition to clothes... But, for now, here's some images of my friends and I standing in front of things.
1. The Cosmopolitan Hotel (Specifically the Chandelier Bar)
2. Max Brenner in the Forum Shops
1. Saturday Morning (or, more accurately, 4 pm)
2. The beds at the Venetian
3. Walking down twenty four million stairs in an attempt to exit Marquee...
Other Notable Moments: