Viva Las Vegas (pt. II)

I felt as if I had just shut my eyes when I was so rudely awoken on the Thursday morning--my first morning in Vegas. Going to sleep at around 12:30, I was hoping to sleep in until at least 10 or so, and try to really get my body on the right time. I had to meet Lisa at around 1 to go to the dress shop to get my dress hemmed and fixed and whatever else it might need (considering that until 2 days before the wedding, I have never been able to try this sucker on). Well, my ideal day would have been getting a full nights rest and being up and ready to go, grab some lunch at noon or so then off to meet Lisa. Well ladies and gents, Suzy Bear Osgood had other plans in mind. I remember as if it were yesterday--in fact, it still haunts my nightmares. I was lying in a deep delicious sleep when I hear my mother in the other large bed in the room start to mumble some things. I start to stir a little when, in FULL booming voice, I hear--and I quote VERBATIM, "I'm SOOO awake right now!!!" My eyes this fly open and I grab the phone off the side table next to my head. The time? 6:55 in the A freakin' M. I look at my mom and I believe give her a death stare and try to turn back over to try and maybe fall back asleep. The problem with me, is once I am initially woken up, I'm awake. There's no turning back for me. So this special 7am wake-up call was not lookin' to be something I could ignore. As if there were any hope left to try and catch up on sleep, Sue Ellen quickly took that hope by the balls and as she would say, "gave it a squeeze" (have I told you my is ridiculous/hilarious yet?). She then begins to have a full on conversation with Bob, who at this point is also awake--and bless his heart, I am convinced that Bob Bucher physically doesn't know how to whisper. The two of them were like peas in a pod just having a full on conversation about being awake without a care in the world. My mom then, announces to the room "does anyone mind if I turn on the Today?" And before anyone could answer, ZAP! On comes the extra large flat-screen at, again, full volume. I then throw the covers off me and proceed to get out of bed. Let me just tell you, Suzy B is a force to be reckoned with, not too mention the fact that my body has no idea what time it is, I am running on empty, and also the adrenalin is pumping from the sheer excitement of the coming wedding of my brother. Mix that all together and you get a 'just face facts, you're not getting any sleep while you are here' cocktail. And guess what? At that point, I just chugged the sh*t out of that concoction. I get out of bed and head for the bathroom to get ready for the day. Six. Oh. Four. A. M. Fannnntastic.

Now that everyone was awake in the morning, we all change and get ready for the day. We decide to walk over to the Luxor Hotel which is next door to find some place to get some breakfast. We ended up going to the Pyramid Cafe which is practically in the center of the Luxor casino level. It was also the same exact place that my mom, Travis, Eric and I all had a very late dinner our first night in Vegas all those years ago. We had to wait to be seated for a quick 5 minutes or so, and while waiting in the line to be sat, I looked at Emily and said "let's go gamble for a second and win tons of money". We headed to the nearby slot machine and I put in a 10 dollar bill. After about 3 spins on 'max bet' I was out of money. Cool. Gambling is sooooo fun. You put you're money in. Hit a button a few times, and 20 seconds later it's over. Awesome. We went back up to my mom, Bob and Lindsey and let them know, nope, we didn't win. Damnit. We got seated and start looking through the menu. Everyone knew what they wanted pretty quickly, and we ordered. Let me just tell you, this was pretty much the best breakfast I have ever had. I am sitting here now writing this, and unfortunately I am hungry and just thinking about this is making me mouth water. I got some southwest breakfast wrap with eggs and all I know is that it was the best 'spot-hitter' I have ever had. Yum. After we all stuffed our faces and filled our bellies, it was time to make our way back to Mandalay Bay. I was supposed to meet Lisa in the lobby with my bridesmaid dress and shoes at 1, where then the two of us would get in the towncar Lisa's family rented for the week and head over to Couture Bride--about a 15 minute drive from the Strip. After getting back to the Mandalay Bay, I was starting to run out of time, so I went up to the room to collect my things and parted ways with everyone for the day. Now, I seriously can not even BEGIN to tell you how jealous I was of everyone on most of this trip. Because I was, duh, living in Germany, I was unable to ever try the dress on, get it altered, hemmed, anything. So of course, this needed to be done in the 2 days before the wedding. So as I left to go get all the things I would need to meet up with Lisa and then later go take care of my dress, my mom and Bob would go gamble or hang out with the other people there, and Emma Bear, aka the luckiest girl alive, would have her daily routine of lounging, going to the gym, follow it up with a luxurious steam room trip, get some food, and the of course, lounge around the amazing Four Seasons pool and drink with all the groomsmen, and top it off with getting spritzed in the face with Evian (yeah, they do that there, and it is incredible). Meanwhile, I'm off in tears at a dress shop in the middle of the desert. What's wrong with this picture???

Lisa and I went and took care of our dresses (hers was still in the process of being altered and fitted while mine was just beginning) and were finally able to head back to the hotel about 2 hours later. Let me just say now, that as much as it was a hassle to go deal with this dress while everyone else was enjoying the pool, I'm actually glad for it also--it was a really great time for me to be able to hang out with Lisa alone where she wouldn't be pulled and pushed in 8 different directions for the upcoming big day, and not to mention, the sneak peek at the wedding dress. And while we're on it. OH MY GOD THE DRESS! Lisa is already so beautiful and has the BEST taste for everything, and so I knew that whatever she ended up choosing for her wedding would of course be breath-taking. And man, it really, really was. And once she was in that thing, she was simply stunning. It made the anticipation for the wedding that much more exciting. Dawn, the crazy Korean woman with one of the biggest personalities I have ever met, had a lot of work to do to finish our two dresses that night, so we left and agreed that we would be back the following day (Friday) to double check everything. As soon as we got back to the hotel Lisa immediately had to go take care of other things. I then head back to the room, even more exhausted then I thought possible, from still suffering from the long flight, to the 7am Sue Osgood wake-up call, and just the emotional roller coaster that this wedding stress turned out to be. (I'm not even kidding, I thought I would be a barrel full of laughs, all excited for my brother and Lisa's wedding, but didn't anticipate the sheer emotion from just being happy. Case in point: Lisa in the car ride back to the hotel from the dress fitting tells me what song her and Travis had chosen for their first dance; Green Eyes by Coldplay. Just hearing that, and thinking of how beautiful the song is and how much I love Trav and Lis, turned on the waterworks. Oh great. Thanks emotions). I get to the room and put some of my stuff away when Lisa calls me to see if I wanted to go with her to check out her new 'room' with her and her mom and her wedding planner Dennis, (you'll see why I have the word room in quotations soon..). I say of course. I met up with them at the elevators and we take it UP. We get out and, that's right ladies and gentlemen, we proceed to room 39001, AKA The Four Seasons Las Vegas Presidential Suite. Ballin'! Apparently, the suite that Travis and Lisa had previously (which had the most amazing view of the Strip) was requested by some big high roller or something. So the hotel called Dennis (their wedding planner, who works at the Four Seasons) and asked him if Travis and Lisa could please move to a new room. Dennis then stuck up for them and said something along the lines of 'if you're going to be making them move rooms on their wedding weekend, you better be giving them an upgrade!' Well, the hotel was booked full that weekend as it were, so I guess later that day someone at the front desk called Dennis back and informed him that the only room available that they could be upgraded to was the freaking 5,000 a night Presidential Suite, and asked if they would be okay with that? Take a wild guess at what they said...

..to be continued, sorry this is taking forever :(


..to be continued

Viva Las Vegas (pt. I)

On Wednesday, October 6th I boarded a flight in Düsseldorf headed for my homeland of the U. S. of A. My flight was direct to San Francisco. Now for all of you out there who don't know your geography (side note: shame on you!), that means not only did I have a trans-Atlantic flight, but I had one that once making it over the 2nd largest ocean on planet Earth, I then flew clear over the 2nd largest country in the world (no, that's not a mistake, I flew over northern Canada and then down over Washington state and Oregon into California. But I'm glad you caught that. You're right, the US is in-fact the 4th largest country, following of course 1. Russia, 2. Canada, 3. China. How's that knowledge feel?!). I luckily had a window seat on this extra long flight, so at least I had something to rest my head against and attempt to sleep (although I can never sleep on planes. damn.). After being on the plane for some time I remember thinking to myself, "okay. I have to be at least half way by now". I then looked at my clock on my iPod, and nope. I had only been on for a solid four hours. Out of 12. Only 1/3 of the trip complete and the little plane on the digital map said I was currently somewhere over Greenland. I tried to read and listen to some Ricky Gervais podcasts, and even watched one of the in-flight movies (I believe the first one was After the Sunset with Pierce Brosnan--love him by the way, he's just so handsome!). After the semi-cheesy movie that made me wish to be in the Caribbean somewhere, I was brought back to reality of sitting on a plane. Still. The man next to me, I saw from his customs paper (I should be a spy), was an American but has been residing in Vietnam. He looked to be maybe a few years older than myself, so I offered him some of my German chocolate I was about to start eating (I'm very polite) and attempted to make small talk. He was not having it. He seemed very awkward and shy so I just left him alone. I then checked my clock again thinking I had to pretty much be there by now, and I still had another 6 hours left on-board. At around the 5 hour marker, I developed a splitting headache. I don't know if it was from the anticipation of seeing everyone mixed with just stress or what, but it hurt like hell and everything seemed to make it worse. There were a few times I thought I was going to be sick. But I powered through it and just counted down to the last second until I would be able to get off the plane. After close to about 12 hours we were finally readying for landing at San Francisco airport. Again, I had a window seat and was lucky again to be on the left side of the plane (thanks luck dust). The captain came over the intercom to tell everyone to prepare for landing and that "for those of you on the left side of the plane, look out and you can see downtown San Francisco, the Golden Gate Bridge, and that small island there is the famous Alcatraz".  It was a super cool view. I looked out the window and said out-loud "oooh look! There DJ Tanner, about to get busted for holding a beer by Uncle Jesse!". I then chuckled to myself, because hello, that's hilarious, and everyone else around that heard it just kind of looked at me. Although I could hear a guy behind me laughing, so at least someone got the joke. We finally landed and I knew I had to pick up my bags and recheck them for my last flight onward to Vegas. I had about a 4 and 1/2 hour layover so I had some time. After retrieving my bags and going through customs I was on a one-woman mission to get my hands on some extra-strength Excedrin. My head had literally felt like an ax was in it for the last 5 solid hours of the flight. It was horrible.I found a small kiosk place that sold aspirins and such and quickly found some Excedrin. I pulled out my few US dollars I had that Sue had sent me and fumbled with the change. It was strange to be using this familiar but also foreign currency again. I then took the pills, and headed off in search for something to eat. So with that said let me digress for a second. Where in the world do airports get off charging 10 dollars from something that would be 3 on the outside?!? I found a small food court which had a little Mexican place similar to something like Chipotle. I went up to take a glace at the menu and the cheapest thing was like 12 dollars--and this was by no means a "fancy" place. So I said screw that and kept walking. I finally found a small diner type of place where I was able to buy a chicken sandwich for about 7 bucks and sat and ate waiting for my headache medicine to kick in. Once I was done eating I found an outlet and powered up my US cell phone for the first time in almost a year. I spoke to a number of friends on the phone and texted a few others--it was nice to have access to the people I love again. I talked with my dear friend Jas for well over an hour. She filled me in on her life and we just gossiped and told stories and laughed like we have done so many times before, it was really nice, and not too mention a great way to waste time during a long layover. It was finally time to board my hour flight on to Las Vegas, and at this time it was about 6pm (but 3am Germany time, so needless to say I was pretty exhausted). I got on the flight an almost immediately fell in a semi-sleep. I awoke as we were landing and the lights from outside the plane had made it official: I was finally back in Sin City!

Once I got off the plane I was immediately greeted by the sights and sounds of Vegas: flashy lights and slot machines. Let it be told that after a close to 18 hours of travel time, probably the worst place in the world to land is Las Vegas. I quickly headed to the baggage claim to wait for my luggage. When I got there, it was 7:30pm Vegas time. Germany time aka what my body thought, was a grueling 4:30 in the morning, so I was exhausted and irritable (with the blaring speakers announcing JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE LIVE IN CONCERT AT CAESARS PALACE!!!! is about the last thing you want to be experiencing). Because I am in the hyper-state of irritation and tiredness I proceed to my luggage carousel and my annoyance grows. Basically, I don't know who dropped the ball at McCarran International, but putting 3 incoming flights all on one carousel when all around are empty/un-used ones, is ass-crack backwards. I mean, it might have made some sense if they all happened to be from the same airline, which of course in this instance, they were not. Luggage from a flight from Chicago was already circling when they announced that the flight from San Francisco (my flight) would also be joining. And then after some time (and still no sign of my bag) the announcer came on to say that a flight from St. Louis would also be joining the fray at carousel 13. It seriously made no sense. Retarded. I sat there starting to get nervous as I saw countless bags passing by and still no sign of my giant black suitcase with it's red and black Cincinnati Bearcats ribbon that I had attached to it when I was 15 and my brother had just started attending UC (NOTE TO SELF: Replace that dastardly ribbon with Blue and Gold). As I waited, exhausted, nervous and annoyed, I feel a light graze on my shoulder and the sound of a familiar voice say "Megan!!!????!!!!" I slowly turn my gaze and rest my eyes on both Emily and Lindsey who are standing there with smiles of sheer excitement. My mother (who had already arrived in Las Vegas hours early), had told me that Emily and Lindsey's flight would come about 2 hours after mine--hence, I had no idea they would be there. I stare at both of them with my zombie eyes and then finally reply, "what.... are you doing here?" in the most uneventful and monotone voice I have ever heard escape my own mouth. Emily then responds through her double teeth layered smile, "we're SURPRISING YOU!!!!!!". I then just stare for another solid few seconds before I turn back toward the carousel and say "oh... I need to, uh, get my bag". At this point Emily and Lindsey are just staring at me completely dazed at my lackluster reaction to their 'surprise'. I finally see my bag, and pull it off the conveyor belt. I apologize for my delayed and lifeless response, and the three of us head for the airport shuttle that my mom had previously told us to take. We finally find it, pay for our round-trip ticket (which would later come back to bite us in the ass) and tell the driver to take us to Mandalay Bay (we stayed at the Four Seasons, which actually occupies the 35th-39th floors of the Mandalay Bay hotel, but aren't going to arrive to the secret luxuriant Four Season entrance in a black shuttle bus thing. We have WAY too much class for that). After our short shuttle ride, and dropping off other people at their hotels along the way, we finally made our stop at the Mandalay Bay. I had called my mom to tell her we would be there shortly, and because there is a "secret entry" into the Four Seasons elevators from the Mandalay Bay (which one needs a valid room key to enter), she said she would meet us in the lobby. This is when the real adventure began.

At this point, I was getting my 3rd or 4th wind of the extremely long day from the sheer excitement of not only being in Las Vegas again after so many years (and with my plans to win big money, who wouldn't be excited??), but also to see so many of my family and friends that I had missed so much in the last 11 and 1/2 months. Emily, Lindsey and I walked into the lobby which was rather deserted for it only being around 8:15pm (and yes, it was only a Wednesday, but come on, it's Vegas!). With luggage in hand I look around and out pops my mother from behind a large vase planter with teary eyes. It was so bizarre. We hug and say are hellos, and I ask her why she was hiding behind an over-sized vase, and mid-sentence there comes Bob Bucher, also popping out from behind an extra large pillar. It was all very strange and very hilarious. From this point we head up to the room to put our stuff down. Travis called and said him and the wife to be were finishing up dinner with Lisa's parents and were then headed down to the casino and that we should join them. So after being lazy around the room and catching up for about a half hour, we got all our things together and headed for the casino. From where we stood waiting for the elevators, we had the most amazing views of both the Four Seasons and Mandalay Bay pools (both of which are accessible for Four Seasons guests--boo-yah!) (View of pools during the day; work cited: I took this picture from Brian Rousey's collection.. thanks Brian! :P ) After the quick express elevator ride down to the casino level, we made out way toward the "Crazy 4 Poker" tables that Travis had said they all were. We said hello to Lisa's mom and dad and brother, David, and then a quick hello to her aunt Harriet and uncle Paul (quick! how many noses noses does a slug have?! Answer: FOUR!), and then all headed over to the sports betting area. After hanging around there talking and catching up for about 20 minutes, Lisa made the astute observation that in-fact the betting windows were closed for the night and we were all standing around looking at giant boards with sports spreads for no reason. At this point it was going on 10:30 or so at night and I was exhausted (it was 7:30am Germany time). We all were pretty hungry as well, and seeing as how it was Vegas wanted to try and find something to eat before going up to our room. Well, everything was closed. Which again, this is Vegas, nothing is supposed to ever close! At that point I was crashing hard and didn't care about eating at all, all I wanted was to lay down and shut my eyes. We all went back to the room and for this night Lindsey was going to be crashing in our room as well since her mom and Randy wouldn't be arriving in Sin City until the following day. She set up shop on the over-sized chair and made what looked like, actually, a really nice little bed. After all unwinding we all climb in bed (mind you, Emily and I were sharing a room with my mom and Bob... note to self: separate rooms next time, read on to learn why....) We all finally turn the lights off and go to bed and it was probably around 12:30 at night. Again, German time would be 9:30am the next day, so not only was I beyond exhausted after being up for a solid 24 hours or so, I also was pretty out of it. But it was finally time to sleep and I feel asleep almost instantly after I laid down on the heavenly bed.

My (truly) Great Uncle

I know I already wrote a post earlier today, but I just found out some deeply sad news that I feel I need to express somehow, so what better place for me than here? I found out just a few moments ago that my great uncle Blair, husband to Betty (one of my Granny's sisters) passed away last night at 95. I can't recall a single time where I had gone to visit my grandmother when she lived in Parsons, WV, where I didn't also see and spend time with my great aunt and uncle, Betty and Blair. I can remember countless times telling my mom what a "cute old man" I always thought Blair was. Visiting with Betty and Blair always made me smile. I will always remember him in one of his numerous fishing hats and chewing a toothpick. When I was in the 10th grade, for a US History project I decided to do mine on Blair. I conducted a few (and thankfully had the foresight to record them) interviews with him on his experience in World War II. He was an incredible man who served in the 4th Infantry Division on the US Army. He was among some of the first brave men to storm Utah Beach on D-Day and later under the command of General Patton helped to liberate Paris. He sometime later suffered shrapnel injuries from an explosive and was sent to England to get medical attention before being sent back to the States with a Purple Heart. He was and will remain a giant hero to me. He will be greatly missed.

My 25th, St. Martin and Elfte Elfte

Alright. Once again I am going back on a promise. And the promise I am breaking to you, my loyal readers, is that this post will not be about Las Vegas/my time home/Dublin. But if you can try believing me once more, that is coming! It just takes a lot of time to write it all out, and in the meantime some things have been happening around here! So let me get right into that:

My last post came on the 27th of October, so I apologize for not updating sooner. But two days following that post was Friday, October 29th. Which is of course everyone's favorite blogger's birthday. Yes. Me. I turned (sigh) 25. This is my second birthday I have had while in Germany and it was nice, super mellow and low-key, but nice none the less. I woke up to start my day like any other and at breakfast Lisa presented this amazing yummy cake she had made (not like a sugary/sweet/icing cake like we think of in the US, but almost like a creamy cheese cake with raspberries). So Kai, Lisa, Emilian and I had our morning brötchen and coffee and then some cake. While I was still eating, Lisa then handed me a rolled up poster and said that it was my birthday gift from her Kai and Cutie Bear. I unrolled it and written on the top of several pictures of different European cities were the words "1 Blindbooking Flug nach Ost Europa + 2 Nächte in einem Hotel". Which means that they got me a "blindbooking" flight to an Eastern Europe city plus a 2 night stay in whichever city I am given (again, I won't know which destination I am headed for until the flight is actually booked) which is not only super nice of them, but something that I really have wanted to do! I know I have at some point even blogged about this idea here before! After talking with Naemi, she wants to come for sure also, so now we just need to find a weekend that works for us both and away we go! I am so excited, because I really want the chance to explore more, and Eastern Europe is so fascinating to me :) For the rest of my birthday I watched Emilian like normal. Lisa had told me earlier in the week that she planned to cook a goose for my birthday dinner so I was looking forward to such a delicious dinner. I had talked to Bertus earlier in the week and he told me, although he was planning to come to Bonn for the weekend, he wouldn't be getting off work until late on Friday and then wouldn't be in Bonn until late Friday night, so him and I just made plans for Saturday. At around 7 or so Lisa was finishing up the rest of the meal and I was playing with Emilian when the doorbell rang. I assumed it would be the post man or something (I dunno? Do they even come at night? I'm an idiot..) but when neither Kai or Lisa sprang to get it I started thinking. And then Lisa says "I think you should get that". Dead giveaway. I went and opened the door and there with Bertus with my luggage that I had left with him in Mainz after returning from the US (I'll get to that in my Vegas/Home blog). What a sneaky little German ;)

After dinner Bertus gave me a small present for me to unwrap. I had told him earlier in the week that I really didn't want him to be spending any money on me and that I didn't want anything other than to just hang out, so this really came as a surprise. I unwrapped it and there was the book  Pretty Little Things by Jilliane Hoffman. I told him thank you and that I was excited because I, no joke, almost bought the exact same book the day before when I was in Bonn. Later Bertus was leaving to go to his apartment in Bonn and he was super tired from the week/day so I told him I would see him the next day. I went down to my room and began reading my new book. The next day I went into Bonn to get a few things to make for dinner before heading of to Bertus'. He didn't feel to well so I decided to, of course, take some chicken noodle soup (although no Campbell's here... which is almost a crime if you as me...). While I was there he says to me "I bet you were disappointed when I gave you just a book", which I then told him (and meant it!) absolutely not! I didn't even expect anything from him, and plus, I love to read so a book is perfect :) But then he handed me a small white gift bag with a green bow on it. I tried untying the bow but it wouldn't budge. Bertus than looks at me and says "I don't think you are meant to untie it...." Oops... I then noticed the glued flap and open it. Inside is a little black box thing and I immediately knew it was jewelery of some-kind. I looked at him like what have you been up to?! I open it and there are these two adorable little silver hoop earrings that have this criss-cross pattern on them that plays with the light to make them sparkle! They're so pretty and he is so sweet for doing something like that. Although, truth be told, I wasn't lying when I said I didn't expect anything and the book would have been more than enough, but then earrings too! I'm a very lucky girl :)

After my birthday weekend, which also happens to be Halloween weekend (although not celebrated here), we entered into November. I can't believe how fast time really does fly. This past week has been very busy. First, on Sunday after coming home from being in Bonn, I returned home to my room to my waiting computer. When I left the night before I had begun the installation/downloading of the birthday gift from Travis: the new Civilization V (I know, I know, I am a nerd). So after coming home and taking a warm shower and changing into my 'lazy mouse lounge clothes' and quickly started the new game. Now, I refuse to lie to all of you out there in cyberspace, I played it for a good solid 5 and half hours. And no, I don't regret a second of it. It is fantastic and I can't wait to learn more about it and get a better feel for it. Then on Tuesday, the 9th, was once again the small holiday of St. Martin. I blogged about this holiday after I first experienced it last year, so to read in detail about it, go to my blog archives from last November. However, with this year's St. Martin, I made my own lantern (which is tight BTW... I'll upload a picture of it as soon as I can). That's right ladies and gentlemen, not only am I a mega-nerd that loves playing Civilization, I am also extremely immature and take part in holidays designed for 8 year old's. Awesome. (Bertus sure did find himself a real catch! ^^ ). Then yesterday, Thursday, November 11th, was once again Elfte Elfte, or Eleven Eleven. (Again, I write more in depth about this in my previous blog from last year, but basically Elfte Elfte is a one day-long Karneval in Cologne. Basically just an excuse for everyone in the city to throw on a costume and start drinking in the morning). Lisa gave me the full day off so that I could go into Cologne bright and early and begin the celebration! I woke up at around 7:45 or so and jumped in the shower. I got ready quickly, grabbed my halo and wings from this past winters Karneval and headed for the train station. I was supposed to meet my friend Moni (who I met through Bertus) at the Bonn Hbf at 10am and we would then take the train together to Köln Hbf where we would meet with my other American friend, Lauren, from Kansas, who is currently an Au Pair in Düsseldorf. We made our way into the city and people were once again everywhere drinking and laughing in costumes. Some people were seriously hilarious with what they came up with. I even walked by a group of 4 guys that went as the Jamaican bobsled team, complete with a giant bobsled that they were all walking around in (it was self made of course). We headed to Heumarkt which I remembered is where I was last year. After having a drink or so out with the crowds we decided it was too cold and that we needed to head indoors. We found a bar off the side street of Heumarkt and set up shop. The three of us had a lot of fun, but we all headed out of Cologne at around 4 or so. All in all, a very fun day! Unfortunately, I had forgotten my camera, as did Moni and Lauren. So none of us have any pictures to share. But just so you know, I make one hell of an angel ;)

And that is all I have for you as of now. I am still in the midst of writing my post about Vegas and being home, but it's gonna take some time. So bare with me! I'll be back again soon, and hopefully back to a routine of updating at least once a week like before. Until then xoxox MegLett