can i go back to Vegas now?

So Vegas. I know it's hard to believe that I would like a city that is also known as "Sin City," but let me tell you. I want to go back now. I want to go and parade around the strip and drink all day and night and be fabulous. However, I don't want to live there because, no offense to anyone who lives there, but I don't own enough basketball jerseys. I swear everyone I met from Vegas was wearing a basketball jersey. It was interesting. I wish my trip had been longer, and I wish my camera hadn't decided to give up on life half way through St Patty's day.

St Patty's Day, ps, is one of my top favorite days of the year - and I'm pretty sure this was the best one.. yet.

I don't have a vry long time to write, so instead of telling a whole long story, I'll just give you some highlights as to why I love Vegas.

• Vegas. Because We Can.
• You can walk around with alcohol no matter where you are.
• You can leave a bar and not have a bouncer yelling at you to throw away your beer before leaving.
• They have 3 foot long drinks.
• You can jump onto a construction site to make the manager take a picture with you.

• You can get construction workers to show their booobies.. even if after they do it, you immediately regret telling them to.

I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Only no I won't.

• Bouncers believe you when you lie and say you paid the $20 cover but then ripped off the bracelet because you were bored and give you a new one, thus saving you $20.
• You won't get kicked out of a bar when you pull a shot of Jameson from the bottle the bartender lent you to take a St Patty's Day picture with.
• You can rip endless amounts of Irish Car Bombs with your waitress.

If you go to Vegas and to NY NY, do not challenge Karen
in a car bomb chugging contest. You will lose. No matter how
many times you play. Trust me. I played a lot.

• You can do inappropriate things in public with people you barely know...

• You can do inappropriate things in public with your best friends....
• You can talk to anyone and not be misconstrued as a crazy.
• You can start drinking at 9 in the morning.
• There are lots of things to take pictures in front of!

This is an ad for Jose Cuervo. Well played, Jose. Well played.

• You can wear your sunglasses at night, with your pj's in your hotel casino because you're drunk and leaving tomorrow and still get hit on.
• You can learn new accents and phrases (Wicked Pissa, for instance, means around the same thing as "a lot" according to Boston)
• There are drunk old people.
• 2 words: Tuxedo. T-Shirt.

i youtubed for an hour and forgot my title name

We all have dreams. Personally, I have lots of them. I dream that someday, someone will find my drunkenness as hilarious as my friends do and will decide to pay me for it. I dream that someday, someone will follow me around with a video camera so that I can remember everything I did that weekend (for example, I was informed that this past weekend, I ran up to my friend, pushed him over the arm chair of the couch, slapped his ass and then nuzzled on his neck to make him feel better about it. And by friend, I mean someone I've had maybe 15 minutes of conversation with since I've met him). I also dream of things like becoming a princess, a millionaire, and having a hot air balloon at my personal discretion.

In the past 2 days, I have slept a grand total of 2 hours and 15 minutes, give or take a few seconds.. so I've had a bit of time laying in my bed thinking of my dreams and ambitions. Which last night, was to simply fall asleep.

This has taken far too long to write so I'll just come out and say it because I'm bored listening to me type this

As of Sunday evening, I will be in........... (drum roll please)

this picture is creepy. but so are some of the people in vegas so it's fitting

Yes. Spring break officially starts at 4:55 for me today, although if we're honest, I've been in Vegas mentally since last Friday.

I just called it pre-gaming for Spring Break. We leave Sunday from Nashville, get in at 6 and will most likely already be drunk from the plane.

Best part of this entire experience?

Me. Only I'll be not old, not ugly and not a man. So really, just the pitcher. And I'd
probably steal the hat if I saw him.

I realized I hadn't shared this while trying to mentally go through my closet and decide which green outfit I have that will allow for the largest amount of beer consumption.

I hope they have green beer. Or green vodka. Or any sort of green drink that's not an amaretto sour or non-alcoholic.

Either way, I'd like to share an excerpt from a little book called I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell by Tucker Max as I feel it relates to what my trip will most likely be, only a girl version. It's either that, or I'm delirious from sleep deprivation and will look back at this and attempt to delete it. Probably the second. Either way..

We got so carried away with the gambling and the attention, the next time I took notice of my watch, it was 9am Friday morning, and I was feeling a bit tipsy. I casually asked the cocktail waitress how many beers I've had:

"I don't know sweetie. I work the 2am to 10am shift, and you were rolling along when I got here. I'd guess you've had at least 20 or 25 since I've been working."

drinking like a frat boy while at your sorority philanthropy event is the epitomy of class

i've always prided myself on my ability to binge drink at inappropriate times. ok, maybe it's not pride as much as it is amusement, but either way - it makes me giggle and this past weekend was no exception.

my sorority hosts a paintball tournament to raise money for our philanthropy, and sunday was our 2nd annual tournament. because it is much more exciting to go to.. well, any of our events when drunk, my friend.. we'll call her gerta rouse got me out of bed by offering beer and boys. so i begrudgingly put clothes on and began the beer drinking at 11 am. always a good choice.

on the ride to the tournament, we had our ride stop at a gas station to buy party cups and some beer. we were going to buy 40's, but given the economic crisis of present times, we decided a case would be better - we could keep some to drink next weekend. we were like a toby keith song and doing our part for the red white and blue.

cut to a couple hours later and we were headed for our 3rd refill in our cups. our cups held three beers each.

well, gerta rouse is still active in the chapter and i am alumnae.. which basically means i am immune to punishment while she is not. at around 3, the president and head of standards approached gerta rouse and told her she had to leave. she told them she would not, but would sit in the parking lot and wait for our guy friends who were playing and giving us a ride home. they agreed.

rookies.

i needed a refill anyway, so i decided to go out to the car with her. i got the keys, grabbed the first guy i saw that i knew, and headed to the car to shotgun a beer with the kicked out gerta rouse. classy. it probably wasn't 10 minutes later that we were out of beer. luckily, my sorority is not smart and put the event within walking distance of a gas station. and more beer. take an 18 pack that is following a 24 pack, a camera 2 party cups and 2 drunk girls and mix it together and you have a party.

i would periodically go back to the parking lot to check on her.. like when i needed more beer, but for the most part, i basked in the fact that i could not be yelled at for drinking and continued to cheer on my friends.

after the tournament was over, we accompanied the boys to their house where we joined 4 guys who were, amazingly, as drunk as us. the 6 of us decided moving the couch to the front porch made for much more comfortable heckling at passerbyers than regular chairs, so we brought it out.

the next couple hours get a little hazy, but at around 8, gerta rouse and i decide to head to chili's for some much needed food. of course, neither of us were driving so i told the first guy i saw to drive us, and either he was immediately smitten with me or he saw that we would probably be arrested if we attempted to walk across campus to the chili's.. either way, we made it to chili's where the manager came over after our first round of 2 beers (they come that way) and told us we could not have any more beer. "bahhh you can't have any more beers," is generally the appropriate response in that situation. which translated out of drunk speech to english means "i don't care. it's still light out. i'm wasted. and i'm wearing sunglasses in chili's. thanks for not kicking me out."

after that, i decided i should go home as i had a french midterm in the morning.

i got an 85.

amazing.