The first night In Vegas we went to a club at the MGM Grand. Calvin Harris was DJ’ing and that was the selling point for standing in line for 90 minutes, being shuffled back and forth between three lines, getting to cut the line after we told security we would leave and take our party elsewhere. We finally got into the club, practically holding hands to get through the thousands of people, me trying to find the bachelorette because she was wearing sequins and basically a walking disco ball.
I don’t really drink but I figured that I would in Vegas. We finally made our way to a bar, I think I pushed like three people who kept trying to get in my way but they were so drunk I didn’t feel bad, and we got a drink. Screaming at each other it was decided that we would all get Vodka tonics and be good. I had never had one. 4 ounces of this substance in a cup and $30 later I realized I hated everything ever in the world. I took a sip of that drink that tasted like highway robbery and resentment and I realized I hate Vodka tonics. I started realizing that men were wearing linen leisure suits. I wanted to say, “Look mister, only Jay Gatsby and crooked Miami lawyers can pull off the linen suit and you are NOT either.”
Top: J. Crew Factory (exact)
Shorts: J. Crew Factory (exact)
Earrings: Hello Cheeseburger
Shoes: Target (similar)
Purse: Kate Spade
Anyway, Vegas was fun, as always. Despite having a man twerk on me as I was trying to walk along the wall and protect my precious clothing. I will never understand why men in their 40’s think twerking is cool but it happened and I have a story to tell.