What Happens in Vegas...

...will not be nearly as crazy as the commercials portray, I guarantee it. My bags are packed and I'm headed to Vegas for a girls' trip for 4 days. I think it's pretty timely that the Hangover 3 movie trailers are just now hitting our TV screens. Timely, yes. Ironic, no, as our trip will not resemble that movie in the least, and if it does, I guarantee that I will not be awake for it.

My Vegas bucket list this trip looks more like a shopping and eating checklist. The last time I went, I gave myself a $5 gambling limit. Needless to say, my time in front of any form of gambling was done in about 2 minutes. I'd much rather have a 100% return on my investment in a store down the strip from a casino. I win every single time in the store. Not so much at the slots.

As for my big trip preparations, I had this grandiose plan to get in shape, get a tan, get my hair done to cover my gray not so brunette hairs, and buy some fun spunky outfits for said girls' trip and somehow all four of those goals escaped me. So far we're off to a great start, ladies and gents.

Oh well, who cares. Here's to 4 days of girl talk, the desert, bright lights, tackiness, and hopefully, a show or two, or three. Viva Las Vegas, baby!