So much to say…and no motivation to say it! I’m still recovering from my trip to Vegas. The time difference really messed with my head. It gets dark in Las Vegas at 4:30 in the afternoon. FOUR THIRTY! I’d start feeling wiped out around 9pm, and more than once I was made fun of for saying “you can sleep when you’re dead” prior to the trip. I finally adjusted to the time difference…once I arrived home! I slept until noon today, but when you translate that to Vegas time (9am) I don’t sound like such a slacker.

I totally plan on doing a day by day recap here for all of you who couldn’t go, and even those of you who were there and may have forgotten what we did. HA! It all started Wednesday night when I met up with Ang, Cass, Alli, and Jenn at the airport in Las Vegas. We headed to our hotel (the oh so lovely Imperial Palace) and grabbed cabs to In N Out, where we met up with Julie. I bitched about not getting Twitter updates on my cell phone and she clued me in on turning notifications on. Oops!

After a delish dinner (INO is my new favorite fast food - too bad they don’t have any in Florida!) we walked back to the strip and oohed and ahhed at all of the pretty colors. Cass quizzed me on my walking speed, because she’s thinking about doing a breast cancer walk with me next year. I guess I do walk sorta fast when I’m not walking 20 miles. Oops! We admired the fountains at the Bellagio and gazed at New York, New York, and finally ended back up at our hotel, and called it a night. I think. It’s all a blur!