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Got a call at 8:30 pm yesterday from Katie and Josie that just said, “Wanna go dancing?  Grab a dress, we’re going to Vegas."  Left less than an hour later, went like 100 mph in the desert, approached the lights while listening to College and Disco Kidz, arrived in Vegas at 2 am, got to our hotel, got dressed in 10 minutes, and left to go to Surrender @ Encore.
Got in hella quick because Katie had a friend working there, walked around, saw some guys who looked rad, we all did Jagerbombs, got hella dancey, left the club at 4, realized that there was a line for cabs so aforementioned guys (pictured below) decided to just get us all a limo instead in which we danced to Pitbull and drank more, went to the bar at their hotel (Cosmopolitan) and drank underneath the biggest chandelier I’ve ever seen, went up to their suite, ordered hella room service and watched the sun rise from a floor far too high off the ground.
We got back to our hotel at 8am, slept three hours, ate some tacos, and drove back to Orange County while the most gorgeous sunset played out in front of us.
I get the hype now, guys.  See you soon, Vegas.

Got a call at 8:30 pm yesterday from Katie and Josie that just said, “Wanna go dancing?  Grab a dress, we’re going to Vegas."  Left less than an hour later, went like 100 mph in the desert, approached the lights while listening to College and Disco Kidz, arrived in Vegas at 2 am, got to our hotel, got dressed in 10 minutes, and left to go to Surrender @ Encore.

Got in hella quick because Katie had a friend working there, walked around, saw some guys who looked rad, we all did Jagerbombs, got hella dancey, left the club at 4, realized that there was a line for cabs so aforementioned guys (pictured below) decided to just get us all a limo instead in which we danced to Pitbull and drank more, went to the bar at their hotel (Cosmopolitan) and drank underneath the biggest chandelier I’ve ever seen, went up to their suite, ordered hella room service and watched the sun rise from a floor far too high off the ground.

We got back to our hotel at 8am, slept three hours, ate some tacos, and drove back to Orange County while the most gorgeous sunset played out in front of us.

I get the hype now, guys.  See you soon, Vegas.