What is that old saying? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I sure hope so! Because I am Vegas bound for almost a week. I leave tomorrow and of course I’m not even packed. Ugh. I always have these grandiose plans to clean my house, run the dishwasher and be packed the night before. In reality I will throw a bunch of clothes in my suitcase, praying something matches, and my house will be in the same state as how I left it. Damn housecleaning fairies never come to my house.
So why haven’t I packed? No clue. Procrastination? Not usually my style. I mean really all I need for traveling is liquid eyeliner, a flatiron and underwear. What more could a girl want when she goes to Vegas. Okay, so maybe a bra too.
Things to do in Vegas… hmmmmm. Since I have been to Vegas several other times I have discovered I am not a Las Vegas strip girl. I am the Red Rock girl. Of course this makes you think I might be outdoorsy in some way. Trust me I’m not. My idea of hiking Red Rock consists of flip flops, a blanket and a bottle of wine. I just like to take in the sights and be wowed by the scenery. In case you haven’t been to Red Rock, here’s what it looks like.
Gorgeous right! I can’t wait to go and just sit in the middle of it all. Other things to do in Vegas have peeked my interest but… they are super expensive. Like hire a gigolo. I mean have you seen that show on HBO? OMG. I would die. I mean holy crap those women and men just let it all hang out there. Not to mention the cost ( I may have looked up the website) is like $1000 an hour. Nope not gonna happen but then again that old saying…
