I'm going to Las Vegas this weekend for a friend's wedding. She's getting hitched at the Flamingo, a hotel we stayed at almost a year ago (when the above photo was taken.)
I'm looking forward to it, although the whole flying thing has already got me losing sleep. I wish I was flying down with the Hip Hypnotist or the like so they could hypnotize me into thinking I'm a chicken, or that I'm actually on a cool Disneyland ride or something. As it is, I will be in a state of terror for the entire duration of the 90 minute flight.
Not to mention the terror involved in having to wear high heels for an entire afternoon once the wedding time approaches.
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