Here for a real estate conference which has been fantastic... met this chick last week at our work happy hour who invited me to come with her and friends for a Sun-Tues stretch of Vegas networking...Boss man said go for it so I booked a 48 hour trip. Things that have happened since I landed at 10 a.m. on Sunday:
- PG got me great room at Vdara.
- Cranked out SJB motion on plane.
- Met "John" at pool and basically just wanted someone to talk to so went for it and stupidly gave him my cell because I thought the girls I was hanging with would want to meet dudes. So stupid and just dumb. but whatever....free mimosa...wait...but then he continued to text me throughout the weekend and sent me a really creepy text about my "aura"
- Went to Bellagio to meet up with Katie and friends. I am youngest of group but they remind me of me and my friends and are cool. I think they are hungover, which is good, so none of us go too nuts.
- We go to a few work/networking parties and meet a lot of people that I need to follow up with. Bond Bar and Clique at Cosmopolitan.
- Bed ....$35 quesadilla.
- Wake up
- Run
- Reserve spot at Vdara pool
- tan
- Go to lunch with D and P and F.
- Amazing
- Lago
- so good and real to be with my girl and catch up on our lives....just the best feeling in the world. Like, catch me up on your life in 60 mins.
- Go back to Bellagio with pool with Katie and new bff N.
- Have drink to feel better and feel worse
- oh well...get in cold pool and deal
- Get ready for night two
- Meet up at Cosmo/Vaspar bar
- Veuve
- Walk into Beauty and Essex like a boss because of Flo's man. Times your college tuition pays you back in very real ways....
- I wish I would have taken vegas more for what it was and what I had and ran with it. Ohwell.
- Anyway...go to Marqueee...again, past all lines, for free, and drink tickets.
- party, drink, talk to people
- meet person who allegedly develops all trader joe's nationwide
- stay at club because you lived in vegas and have issues being anywhere except behind the private/velvet rope section
- walk through Cosmo and stop at craps table and meet person who owns grocery stores in Cincinnati. Forget name.
- Feet hurt
- room...heat up quesadilla leftovers
- pass out
xoxoxoxoxo. what 48 hours ouch.

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