Well Hello Vegas...It's About Time We've Met

If I haven't made it blatenly obvious already, let me spell it out for you.  I love to party.  I literally smile when I think about getting dressed up, heading to the bar, dancing and having a great time.  It has been really hard for me to totally adjust my life to the fact that this "party" side is never going to be what it was now that little Brody is running the show.  Don't get me wrong, I am in LOVE with my son and wouldn't trade it for any amount of vodka sodas or techno clubs but...a mom still needs to get her fun in.

Because of my love for lavish cocktails and late night dancing, it may be surprising to hear that until a few weeks ago...I was a Vegas Virgin.  There is no rhyme or reason as to why I haven't travelled the less than five hours on Southwest to get to that gorgeous, sinful city.  It just hasn't happened.  So...when my work asked me to attend a trade show in Vegas, I didn't hesitate.  Of course, no trip comes easy anymore with babysitter changes and figuring out a serious schedule with the husband but I was determined to make this happen.  After pages of handwritten notes to the hubby (not like he NEEDS them, it just made me feel better) and a quick trip to Forever21 to find some cheap, hoochie dresses, I was on a plane to Vegas.

Yes, this was work related but there are a few people in my work crowd who love cocktails and dancing as much as I do and luckily, they would also be in attendance.  After spending the plan ride watching the Hangover (just prepping myself) I got there at what would be 5:00 my time at only 1pm.  I had nothing to do for work until 6:30pm that night so I went straight to the hotel, checked in my room, and then took myself and my push-up Vickie's bathing suit to the pool.  There, I ordered myself a marg and sat.  I did nothing.  It was early November, 80 degrees, no humidity, and I didn't have a care in the world. 

After a work dinner, we ventured out to the casinos at the Paris hotel.  I'm not a big gambler but I watched some of the guys lose their money as me and my super fun and cute counterpart from the Carolinas plotted our way to get over to the new and glamorous Cosmopolitan hotel. 

http://www.cosmopolitanlasvegas.com/

Once we did our team time, we collected the “fun group,” made our escape, and jumped into cabs that jetted us the three quick minutes down the street to “sanctuary.”  I had heard this place was where you needed to go to see and be seen.  We went to the four story chandelier bar where we sipped on cosmos (DUH!) and watched the hotness of every person in that bar.  I started to see lines forming near a side entrance and realized, we were outside a huge club.  These lines were intense and these girls were wearing lingerie.  LITERALLY.  Apparently, it was pajama night and I didn't get the memo.  I had to get into this club.

  After what seems like hours of eye fucking a big bouncer, he gave me the head nod to come around the side and get in the short line.  I grabbed my people, pulled out a credit card, and got us into that club!  We spent hours and hours on the rooftop, moving from poolside to techno house club.  I was addicted.  I could have stayed there all night if I wasn't reminded about our 9:00am meeting the next day.

Needless to say, my first trip to Vegas was amazing and it was for WORK!  I’ve already planned a girls trip with my friends for next summer.  I’ve gotta get some serious partying in before Brody even thinks about becoming a big brother!