Whatever happens, whatever stays. {Las Vegas}
Some things that happened in Vegas: a three dollar breakfast, a pool party, a walk at night, a strong vodka cocktail, an affair with a slot machine, an encounter with a hair extension, a hauntingly bad burrito, a photograph of the New York skyline, a battle with an elevator, a Joey Fatone sighting, a moment in straw sun hats, an hour or more in a sun chair, an hour or more beside the pool, an hour or more with an US weekly, a glance up at the Eiffel Tower, a bed full of shoes, a fight with a bouncer, a dance at a club, a ride in a taxi, a conversation with Hello Kitty, and Rod Stewart’s hair.
Some things that will stay in Vegas: the dollar that I lost at the Wolf Run penny slots; the thirty dollar money voucher that Reen threw away after she collected her winnings; a half empty bottle of coconut water; my embarrassment when I realized I wasn’t really In Paris; a gold hoop earring; a drink voucher to Fiddycent’s club; the group’s collective innocence; a few text messages; our fanny pack’s shadows; the sun and the sky and the thousands of drunk people with their sunburns and their plastic containers filled with fruity alcohol; the billboards and the crowded streets; the towering hotels and the honking cars and the live cover bands and our view out of out hotel window and all of the swirling, flashing lights.
Dear Vegas: I hate you.
But I kind of love you a little bit, too.
except for the “haunting” burritto, sounds and looks fun. but, a haunting burritto could overwhelm all that.
rad. the hat in the mirror and the fanny pack spilling money oh and the blue water are my faves
oh and the pink winged shoe, and the pink metallic jacket, the girls running down the hallway, and oh oh that last frame. (picking up where kati left off)
i love the night shot and the last frame… you are always on adventures