Vegas in Pictures

{That's the dress on the right- you can't really tell but there is practically a jigsaw puzzle's worth of beading on the front. I liked it. A lot.}

Vegas is a funny place. Funny and ridiculous, cheesy and entertaining. It's like people cross into the desert and see slot machines and suddenly they exchange common decency for poker chips, yard-long margaritas, tiny dresses and impossibly-high heels.

KH and I had a great time relaxing at The Mirage, where we were staying, seeing Garth Brooks at the Wynn on Friday night and the Cirque du Soleil show "O" at the Bellagio on Saturday night. It was fun to see two completely different shows and we were big fans of both.

KH is only 2.5 years younger than me, but growing up it seemed like a bigger gap because her brother and my brother are in-between us. Our moms are sisters and have similar mannerisms which we make fun of ourselves for mimicking; our dads are both hard-working, more reserved men and we have their similarly dark features (though she is ridiculously more tan than I am right now). Our personalities are very different but we have an understanding of each other and her role in my life in irreplaceable. She is the closest thing I will ever have to a sister.

It's fun.

We came, we saw, {we ate, we shopped}, we conquered.

I check the odds

And I place my bet

I pour a drink

And I pull the blind

And I wonder what I'll find

I'm leaving Las Vegas...

-Sheryl Crow, Leaving Las Vegas