So I went to Vegas once when I was like ten, with my older sister, my uncle, his girlfriend and her daughter. We had a great time and all but ya, remember the part about how I was ten?
Then last May Tits McGee and I had to change our travel plans from Mexico to Vegas (remember the whole swine flu thing? Ya, our flights were canceled). We had a ridiculously awesome time the whole 8 days that we were there. We’re crazy like that.
Okay, so then my dad bought a place there after my parents got divorced last year. Real Estate is cheap. He bought my sisters and I tickets to come visit him in February and we had a really amazing time being touristy (Hoover Dam) and acting like locals (“psshhh the strip”) down there.
Now, there’s a blog-meet-up in Vegas in May and I’m pretty sure I’m going. I know it’ll be a fan-freaking-tastic time, and although I haven’t been blogging lately, this gives me as good a reason as any to start again, get reacquainted with the old crew and meet some new ones.
This means I’ll have gone to Vegas 3 times in ONE year though. Am I that crazy?
I think we all know the answer to that.