Viva Las Vegas

"Can y'all stop making all this noise? I think I'm hungover. I want y'all to be happy, but..." 

 I spent 4 days in Vegas in the beginning of August. They were INCREDIBLE. Megan turned 25 on August 4th and invited Tracy, Hannah, and I to Sin City to celebrate. Hannah was the only one of us who had been before so the entire trip was an adventure!
We stayed in a skysuite at the Aria hotel, one of the biggest buildings I've ever seen, just completed three years ago. The highlights of our room included electric curtains, opening and closing at the push of a button, and a giant tub, perfect for soaking our tired feet in after a long day of walking the strip and dancing our dressed-up behinds off. 
Vegas is not for the faint of heart, nor is it a relaxing getaway, especially not for four high-energy girls in their twenties. The film The Hangover was all Megan, Tracy, and I knew of Vegas and so we named each member of our party after a character. Megan was Alan, because duh. Hannah was Doug, living up to her name well when we lost her for at least an hour in the world's smallest club. Tracy channeled her inner Stu, being one of the more responsible members of our group, and I undertook Phil's character, being the one most likely to end up in a hospital. 
We wanted to see and experience it ALL! At a great detriment to our sleep schedules. I'm fairly sure I only managed to snag 12-14 hours of sleep during our three night stay. From the moment we landed at the airport and were escorted to our limo service, we were eager beavers. 
Night one found us exploring the Aria, marveling at the view of the Strip, and taking advantage of the offer from a promoter for free entry into The Bank nightclub at the Bellagio and open bar until midnight. In the morning, we ventured to the Hardrock for a recovery meal and walked around Mandalay Bay. Another promoter talked us into paying a small fee in order to join a club crawl for our second night in town. We succumbed to his enticing spiel and got cleaned up in time to join the party, starting at Planet Hollywood. We went to four different locations at PH, before trekking to Paris to end the night at its Eiffel Tower rooftop club, Chateau. 
A pool party sounded pleasant the following morning, so we followed the signs to Liquid, Aria's pool club, where the one and only Sean Lowe was hosting. I talked to him and Catherine. It's fine. Totally casual. It's not like the whole moment is a blur and I still don't believe it except for the fact that I have a picture. Oh wait.
I stopped hyperventilating in time for us to get ready for Jersey Boys at Paris and then onto TAO at The Venetian where the line was absolutely unbelievable. We opted out and Tracy and I found our way back to the Bellagio, this time at The Hyde nightclub, overlooking the fountains. Bingo! Perfect way to spend our last night in Vegas.
Sunday, our last day, was spend gambling (RIP thirty bucks), eating, touring several casinos we hadn't been to yet, and shopping. Midway through the day we all ended up sitting at Starbucks with stupefied looks on our faces. By the time our limo took us back to the airport in time to make our flight, we were more than ready to go. You killed us, Vegas. We were done. 
A Very Lucky Girl could still use about 4 more years to recover. One year for each day spent in Sin City.