Party Like A Rockstar?

So, I went to Vegas right? I had all these great intentions to be super awesome, party till dawn every night, meet wealthy men who want to marry me, and win a million dollars. In a word, I was going to be...a ROCKSTAR. I planned it. I wanted it. It did not happen. This weekend, I learned that I could never be a rockstar. While Vegas was super fun, and we did a whole lot, I am TIRED. I am still tired and I got home two days ago. I suppose I should just tell you what we did.

The first night we got into town at about 6:30 in the evening. We were way excited and checked in, and met up with Ryley's sister and her friends. We walked around a bit, and then headed out to party like rockstars. Except, it was cold. No, it was freezing. And the wind was BLOWING, and the slappers were slapping, and it was crazy, and it was Vegas, so it was alright. We walked all the way down the strip to go to the first club, and it was awful. So Ry, Meg and I decided we wanted to go back and go to Studio 54, because, how amazing are we that we got into Studio 54 on the guest list? Pretty amazing.

On the way back, I met my lover Jack Sparrow.

He "hit on me" in his Jack Sparrow voice and threatened to take me home with him. I won't lie, I would have let him kidnap me. We saw him the next day as well, and he didn't remember me, though to be fair it could have been a different dude. But, both times he complimented my hair, and called me Scarlett. Note to my next boyfriend, please call me Scarlett. I loved it.

So, THEN, we went and partied at Studio 54. THE Studio 54. That was about the most rockstar moment we had. I can even prove we were there:

That night we were up until about one or two in the morning, then went back to the hotel and crashed. The next morning we woke up, and went to Serendipity (like the cafe in the movie:)

We went shopping, and we walked the strip. We gambled a little, and then found that we were super tired. We DID get dressed up and go out to dinner though:

And, our last night in Vegas ended with us being old, and going to bed by eleven. Waking up in the morning, shopping a bit more, and leaving.

That is the story of why Lindsay could never be a rockstar. I don't have it in me. My legs hurt so bad by Saturday that I hobbled around like an old lady, BECAUSE I AM OLD.

It was a lot of fun though, and good to get out of town for a bit. I think I am going to take the kids back and go see the Excalibur show, because I know they would love it. You can see all the pictures of our Vegas trip here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=157119&id=602702604&l=9f5622407d if you are super interested in it. I will be very offended if you don't look.

Not really though.

UNTIL NEXT TIME FRIENDS! (Friends being April, since she is the only one who HAD FAITH that I would blog again. Ok, not really, but I love you April for reading my blog).

MUCHLUF!