Vegas is a whole other world, where you escape your reality -- that is, until you go home and check your bank account.
I’ve always read, seen on movies, and heard people saying “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” Well, I never fully understood what that meant until I went.
The weekend before the start of my senior year in college, my friends and I decided to go to Vegas to celebrate Vanessa's 21st birthday. Little did we know our lives were going to change. Our trip started out on Thursday and was supposed to end on Saturday morning -- but that, my friends, did not occur. Instead, we book another night and change Melissa's flight; meanwhile, we're intoxicated. We were sucked into the party life swiping our credit cards left and right like there was no tomorrow.
While you’re in Sin City, you’re living the party life day and night. We would wake up, drink, get ready, drink, go to a pool party, drink, meet a few people and turn up with them at their hotels. Then, we would go back to our hotel and get ready for the evening, plus drink some more.
Throughout this whole time, there wasn’t a single sober vein in our bodies. We would have lunch and dinner, and we’d get complimentary shots, as well as VIP everywhere we went. How could we not love life in Vegas?
Our last day there was almost like "Hangover." No one slept in our hotel room, and everyone was running around trying to find each other and catch our flight home and make it in time for my 8 a.m. class with a max of six hours of sleep from our entire trip.
Nothing can prepare you for a getaway in Vegas, not even if you attend a party school, or try to plan your itinerary. Vegas will hit you with the unexpected, steal your dignity, clothes, shoes, and your credit cards.
Las Vegas, you kicked our butts and backtracked us in school, but it’s nothing we couldn’t handle. I wish I could tell you all my experiences there, besides the drinking and going, but “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
See you soon, Vegas.
