One word…VEGAS
I and three other companions met with an old friend on April 16th his name is Vegas. Vegas and I have a lot hate relationship. I LOVE to visit him but hate the toll he does on the body. Let me be the first to say, “Thanks Diandra for driving.” The drive there wasn’t too bad but the nothing beats flying high in the air and sipping on 5 dollar cap cod and cheap peanuts. We cruised to Vegas listening to the fabulous tunes of Lady Gaga. I was riding shot gun; Cheryll and Janine riding in the back.
While we were driving Janine poked her head and front and asked Diandra “Is it raining?” Diandra and I looked at her and Diandra yelled, “Those are bugs hitting the windshield bitch!” If this was going to be an indication of the trip, I was ready for the crazy ride. Overall I had a great time! We went out one night but the club was too PACKED. I decided I am over clubs in vegas and would prefer to stay in my flipflops and drink on the strip. Cheryll went out Sunday night while we so drunkly(is that a word) ruled carnival court. If you come home, I SOOOO think we should all go to Vegas. I don’t think there has ever been a trip with all 5 of us
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i know i've missed the past two or three vegas trips! well i may come in the summer, and if that's the case we definitely need to go!
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