Settling into my seat on US Airways Flight something-or-other at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport, I overhear the girl behind me say, “Four days in Vegas is just too much.” After the weekend I’d just spent at Bloggers in Sin City, I couldn’t help but turn around and respond, “Four day in Vegas is not nearly enough.”
It’s true, and if you don’t believe me, it’s because you weren’t there. As you may be able to tell, I’m brand-new to the blogging thing. So how the hell did I end up in Vegas with the most kick-ass group of bloggers on the planet? Jenn is how, and boy, do I owe her big time for telling me about the trip, and more “Thank You’s” than I know how to manage need to be sent off in Nicole’s general direction for the insane amount of work and flawless planning she did to bring everyone together.
My first instinct after hearing about this little adventure was this: “Going to Vegas where I’ll be one of six guys with a group of fifty women is the greatest idea of all time.” My next instinct didn’t hit until I was already at our opening mixer and my Twitter handle was being Sharpie-d on my arm: “Holy crap, I don’t know ANY of these people, and they ALL seem to know each other.” Then the bartender started pouring the tequila, Blogger Bingo started rolling (thanks, Molly!), and I realized for the first of many times this weekend that I couldn’t have been more right about something: showing up and hanging out with this group, who turned out to be incredibly inclusive, friendly, and downright amazing, WAS the greatest idea of all time.
The remainder of the weekend is somewhat of a whirlwind, and I hope I can do it justice. This is Vegas, after all. Sleep was simply not in the equation.
Not when you’ve got delicious dinner at Mon Ami Gabi, a chocolate orgasm on the tongue at Sugar Factory Chocolate Lounge, the awe-inducing acrobatics and side-splitting hysterics of Absinthe, and Nico’s trademark Misleading Robot dance moves while enjoying VIP bottle service on a gorgeous nightclub roofdeck with the hottest blogger girls in Vegas.
Not when you’ve got early-morning business breakfast conversation with the brilliant Jenny and Molly, happy hour photo-shoot and my first ever experience as PART of a bachelorette party, which Nicole put together for Kaci, and skipping the line to the hottest situation in Vegas with 50 of your closest brand-new best friends.
Not when you’ve got shenanigans like the Sneaky Snake at In-n-Out burger, so-gigantic-they-should-be-illegal margaritas and a booty-shaking contest poolside, inappropriate storytime in the hotel lobby, and getting photobombed with a book about fellatio at Sunday morning brunch.
Not when you’re fortunate enough to be hanging out, learning about, and falling in love with the single biggest group of the most amazing people in the entire world.
Photo Credit: Rebecca Freeman
The only regret I have about this weekend is that there was SO MUCH to do and so many of us that there was simply no way to spend the kind of time I would have liked with everyone. But, hey! This is the Internet, and we have such wonderful technology to keep in touch, plot travels and meetups all over the place because we’re going through such ridiculous #BiSC-uit withdrawals, and get to know each other better, because it will not be long until we’re all back in Vegas and having the best time of our lives at #BiSC 2012!
