One of the best perks of living where I do is the closeness to things that are inherently better than where we are. Sure, Utah is pretty, but at the risk of sounding like a jerk...I'm reminded daily that it is the most overly-religious population on the planet. A girl needs a little
M, B, R, and I hit the Strip for 3 glorious days of shopping, dancing, and cocktails.
On the drive down, B mentioned that she's always wanted to get a tattoo but would never want to get one in Utah...it didn't take much to convince me to get another one...and R was also along for the adventure. As soon as we mustered up the courage (in the form of vodka cocktails) and dolled up, M jumped on her handy dandy iPhone, hailed a cab, and off we went to Ironhorse Tattoos.
I have a hard time giving the go ahead to small tattoos, so I went with a slightly larger than planned owl :)
The rest of the weekend is a dizzying circus of total girlie-fied bliss, with some events leaving only pictures as proof :)
|B, M, R, and myself on the strip|
|B and I gettin slizzard|
|B and I again|
|Second day, still riding the high :)|
|Hef can't handle this mess|