I went to Vegas a few weeks ago. By myself. No Boy, no Mr. Jarcy. Well, that sounds depressing, now doesn't it?
But it wasn't!
I met up with a friend and we had some good girl bonding time. Yeah! It was my first time away from The Boy-- ever. What I mean is EVER! I was a little nervous.
But it was great!
That's not to say I didn't miss him (oh yeah, and that taller man I live with Mr. Jarcy), but it was nice to get away and just wander around Vegas, drink glasses of wine at 1am, drink a frozen margarita at 3pm (I swear I didn't drink that much!) and simply take in the spectacle that is known as Las Vegas.
What a dirty/crazy/rather appealing place!
The drive there just wasn't the most exciting at times. But I was looking forward to venturing further than an hour from my home out here, which is something I had not done ever. We're certainly not in Illinois anymore. And while I don't think I'd want to live in Las Vegas, it was fun to go and now that I have I'm ready to go again. In spite of it being Las Vegas. (If you've been there I think you'll understand that statement.)
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