I posted a deal to Vegas for $95 RT (Jet Blue) on my fb page. That was about a month ago.
Quite a few people expressed interest and then fizzled out (that's normal). But even when I researched the flight times, I wasn't impressed so I pretty much talked myself out of going. Then my good friend Krissy slid into my inbox and convinced me that we should snag the deal. So, despite the fact that her life was in shambles at the time (she had recently lost her keys, wallet, soul, etc.) and my diminishing account balance, she persevered. Next thing I knew, the tickets were booked and she even added the extra fee to help us avoid the flight hell that is the middle seat. I want everyone to know that I was making an attempt at practicing fiscal responsibility at the time...and I'm still not actually sure how she managed to pull that off but where there's a will, there's a way, right? And....eff your fiscal whatever. So we're going.........
Then I find out that as a surprise, she invited another friend....cool. cool. The more the merrier (only in this instance. That's not always true).
So then I'm like, alright Krissy, I'm sure I can find a cheap room, I'll keep an eye out.
So Krissy starts talmbout, well since we're getting there so late and we're leaving on the red eye, I don't really think we'll need a room....but you see, I know that Krissy will be the first one passed out at a black jack table in the middle of somebody's casino so I'm like, girl....you sure, girl?
My major issue isn't having somewhere to sleep necessarily, I'm more concerned about how I'm going to wash my important parts??? brush my teeth??? And while we're on the subject, where will I rest my weary 33 year old head when I'm done running around on the strip???????? I know that's closely related to sleep but still.
I'm sure you'd heard me say (type) this before....my 33 year old body cannot handle the same levels of foolishness that my 22 year old body could. Heck, even my 27-28 year old body had a decent bounce back. But ever since I turned 30, I have had to come to terms with the fact that I have a limited supply of turns available and I must use them wisely.
So I'm like, surely you aren't serious. I grab my phone to consult the other party traveling with us and to my dismay, he doesn't think we need a room either. Actually, this dude says we can shower at the pool and believes that if I bring mints, baby wipes, travel brush and 24 deodorant, I'll be straight....(*rolls eyes*). Basically, he's super childish and I'm outnumbered (*rolls eyes again*).
So Friday, I'm heading to Vegas......lol.
And now I'm like....but how am I gonna pack for this Vegas blitz? I'm gonna be laying awake on Thursday night trying to figure out what can I stuff into a backpack that I'm gonna have to haul all over Vegas?
One thing I know for certain, that backpack will be full of red bull and five hour energy.
Low key, I'm about to just throw on some jeans and my chucks and dare anyone to not let me into the club.
This should be interesting folks, stay tuned for the follow up.
Also, here are some pics from the last few times I was in Vegas.