After two and a half weeks in Los Angeles, we packed up my best friends tiny car, stuffed it full of girls, curling irons and our highest heels and then drove into the desert. They (as in the world and that crazy man whose name I don't even know) said the world was going to end while we were in Vegas This news really bothered me because if something bad were to happen who would care about the heathens and sinners of Vegas and come to our rescue???
So on our last night we decided that if the rapture were to happen, we would at least have a final fun night on our dear planet earth. And we did! Leave it to me to be the girl up on the table, in her little tiny dress, dancing like it is literally the end of the world, only to get smacked in the face by my equally enthusiastic best friend. A bloody nose isn't really something a girl wants while dancing with her girlfriends, especially in such a public place....a table top being just that. Ah well, I'm really not surprised it happened, in the grand scheme of embarrassing things that happen to me on a regular basis, this one hardly makes the top ten.
Vegas you were fantastic.
Until next time, a few shots from a disposable camera I had in my purse.
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