What a crazy weekend.
First of all: Vegas! I love Vegas. Love. Yeah, it's tacky and overwhelming and everyone (seriously, everyone, especially packs of twenty-two-year-old men in elevators carrying PBR tall boys) has their volume level turned up to "yelling" at all times, but still:
It's just so exciting. I used to go there with girlfriends every so often when I lived in L.A., but I haven't been back since my trip with Kendrick six (!) years ago...and I've certainly never done it like this, with gorgeous hotel rooms and delicious meals and being lifted into the air in glass boxes (stay with me here).
On previous trips, I also didn't go to bed at 9PM (Friday) and 10:30PM (Saturday). But hey, I was there for work...and also, my body clock is set to "Toddler", so that's that. In any case, I was up with the sun both days, and somehow managed to pack what felt like a week's worth of fun stuff into 48 hours.