That’s probably a combination of three different languages, but the gist is …. I’m goin’ to VEGAS! If you are reading this, I am probably on a flight to Sin City.
The girls and I are
trying to revive celebrating our youth on the sun-drenched strip of Las “meadows”.
We’re staying in the hotel that lives by the right kind of wrong – The Cosmopolitan. My goal for the weekend, apart from surviving the lifestyle, is to come back tan, refreshed, and full of good stories, none of which are regrettable.
In the meantime, I give you the exact opposite of my entrance to Vegas…