my trip to vegas... was... super fun! but it's not fair to credit vegas with the reason for why it was so fun.... cause we all know how fucked up i think vegas is (multiple personalities anyone). the reason the trip was a blast was because of who i was with. my friends (and their husbands) are totally fucking awesome!
i love how incestuous we all are with each other. the fact that each of us girls have more pictures with eachother's husbands than with our own, is hilarious. the best part is how all of our husbands get along. how similiar they all are. apparently we're all attracted to the same type of guy (for the most part). so it made things very easy when we wanted to ditch them at the dinner table, in the cab, or for part of the day. girls on one side, boys on the other.
my friends and i? we're total dorks. we'll do pretty much anything- like try to get jumping pictures in front of ceasar's palace while a crowd stops to watch (and then not get a picture where we're all in the air at the same time). we'll also pretty much talk to anyone, freak on total strangers from behind (without them knowing), molest eachother's husbands in the most wrong of ways (they love it), and then molest eachother in the most hottest of ways. it's just so much fun to be together, act like jackasses, and not hold it against eachother. we laugh a lot, we make fun of eachother a lot, and we take lots of pictures where we all look like fucking tools. it pretty much rocks!
the one thing i did take away from vegas? walking through the venetian and the paris made me really, really want to travel. it also made me realize that i haven't really seen or been anywhere internationally. and i want too. i want to go places. i want to see things. i want to travel. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!
this is our group, minus becky and matt. so i guess it's not really "our group" at all is it? whatever. we took a limo from the airport to the hotel cause that's how ballers roll (or maybe cause it was the cheapest).
here we are trying to jump. but the remote won't work when i'm in the air trying to press it. i don't realize this until we've jumped about 50 times. and i also don't realize that only our heads are in the picture.
this is the mirror on the ceiling of the elevator. we got to the first floor, but we weren't in the picture right. so we closed the doors and took another one. then we laughed.
the guy grabbing my ass? not my husband
the guy she's blowing? not her husband (cause well.. he's mine).
the guy licking her? you guessed it.. not her husband.
guess what? nope, not her husband. (bored yet)
you get the point eh? we're dirty. it's fun.