I did not have a seizure, I did not go forever in debt, and thankfully I did not have to get on stage with the half-naked Australian strip-revue as my friend promised me I would, but I still found Vegas overwhelming. I’m guessing most people do. But some people man, some people love it.
They friggin’ love it. They’re waiting in three-hour lines for the crappy buffet, inflating beer-pong tables to float in the pee-filled pool all afternoon, sitting at the same gambling table—without winning—for hours on end, dodging vomiting drunkards on the Strip, endlessly gyrating too- close to too-loud speakers and a bad DJ, and generally adoring
the bacchanalia. These people are hilarious. People watching in Vegas was worth all the money I had to drop on bad food, weird shows, etc., etc. I want to go on more bachelorette weekends to Vegas. Imagine how fun it will be when I’m not the one wearing the dumb sash and embarrassing tiara!
They friggin’ love it. They’re waiting in three-hour lines for the crappy buffet, inflating beer-pong tables to float in the pee-filled pool all afternoon, sitting at the same gambling table—without winning—for hours on end, dodging vomiting drunkards on the Strip, endlessly gyrating too- close to too-loud speakers and a bad DJ, and generally adoring 
the bacchanalia. These people are hilarious. People watching in Vegas was worth all the money I had to drop on bad food, weird shows, etc., etc. I want to go on more bachelorette weekends to Vegas. Imagine how fun it will be when I’m not the one wearing the dumb sash and embarrassing tiara!
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