I wouldn’t say that Vegas has ever been on my bucket list of things to do before I die. But when my ol’ college roommates and I started brainstorming about our next reunion, it seemed like an obvious choice. I saved all my pennies and started gathering sequined articles of clothing, in preparation for our 2nd annual reunion (the tradition began a year ago in sunny San Diego– thank you B Boyer). 

It is a special thing, getting to experience the crazy in person.Vegas is the strangest combination of tacky, shiny, surprising and decadent. Nothing is like real life, but you have the limits of being a mere human (and with only so much cash in your wallet). It’s like being in an unending cycle of dehydration, excitement and exhaustion.

I gambled 1 dollar in a slot machine and lost it within 23 seconds. The biggest win we had, between the 5 of us, was 10 dollars! I believe that was promptly spent on a 10 dollar beer (and yes, it was domestic). Will I ever go to Vegas again? Probably not. Was my favorite part of the weekend holing up in the hotel room, wearing robes, drinking champagne and watching the Golden Globes? Maybe. :)