Mi Vida Loca

So, I got back from Vegas on Sunday night after a weekend of craziness. I had a reunion with two fabulous girlfriends from Oregon and one friend of a friend from Wisconsin. By the end of the trip, I would like to consider Miss Wisconsin a friend, as well. The first night was all party all the way. After going out to a nice dinner, the girls and I put on our dancing shoes and headed to The Wynn casino and went to Blush. A very pretentious, "don't you know who I am" kind of a place. Needless, to say, it was not fun. But, then we went to Tryst, which was a lot better. Not only did cute girls like ourselves not have to wait in any lame lines, we got VIP tables and had very cute South American boys to dance with the whole night. The next day, was lowkey, until my wallet got pickpocketed. YES! That's a true story! In New York, New York out of all places. I had the ultimate Village experience I guess. I flipped out a bit, but after Sam calmed me down, I managed to collect my thoughts and realize that life was life and I was more lucky to be with good friends. So, after partying at The Bellagio, we ended our night playing slots back at the hotel and bonding over free vodka drinks. The next morning, I took the girls to the airport and continued the painful drive back to LA. As soon as I arrived back in LA, I had to run to Venice, borrow a dress, run to Santa Monica to get ready and then attend the party of all parties at the DirecTV after-Emmys party. Everybody who was anybody was there! I got to share a dancefloor with Paris Hilton as the clock struck midnight on my birthday! No worries, I soaked myself in bleach, afterwards!